"Not everyone you lose is a loss."
- Unknown
Song Suggestion: We Don't Talk Anymore - Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez
Two weeks later...
William and I presented our project to the class, we received an A. I still haven't thought of a nickname for William - however he's been very distant. He doesn't sit with Ethan and I anymore and joins the 'popular crew'.
Paris Reed; a friend I've acquired over the past week. She approached me and asked for help in finding a class since she's new. I gladly obliged. "Hey Kens," Paris greeted me. We were currently standing at my locker, she was waiting for me to get my books.
First block I had Psychology. I was really excited for that, I love anything it do with the brain. In class we're learning about something called the 'bystander effect'. I actually find it quite interesting, sometimes I like to 'get into' the mind of my 'enemies'. Why do they think the way they do? What incident made them like this? Who caused it? Stuff like that - it interests me.
Miss Finch; she's our teacher. Middle aged, curly blonde hair and a very perky personality. She loves me - I just take an extremely strong liking to the subject so I do really well in the tasks and tests. I guess you could say I'm her star pupil.
I'm five minutes early to the class and Paris takes a seat next to me. William's also in this class but we haven't really spoken in a while so I don't bother. He probably just used me like everybody else. Just for academics.
"Okay class, as you're aware we're learning about the bystander effect-" she was stopped because William Grey decides to waltz in the class ten minutes after the tardy bell. He sits down like nothing ever happened and Miss Finch continues,"-and from what I've been discussing for the past two lessons, you have enough knowledge about it for a task," the whole class groans except me, "You have to do a research task on the bystander effect and present it to the class," Miss Finch informs us.
Finally, I've been dying for her to give us a project. Sometimes I ask her for topics to do extra credit research papers on. I immediately got started. Incase you're wondering, I still receive those 'Secret Admirer' notes - but not as often as I used to. I'm kinda glad though - because it's really creepy.
Paris then nudged me, "Mhmm," I replied. "Why is she giving us another project, we just did one," Paris complains.
"Ari, that wasn't a project, it was an activity from the textbook and it only consisted of three questions," I explained, chuckling at her laziness.
"Whatever, it's too much," she retorts, laying her head on the desk.
"No, you're just lazy," I argue.
"Says the smartest person in school, this is a piece of cake for you," she tells me. I end the conversation there, I don't really like it when people say that it's so easy maintaining the highest GPA. I had a personal tutor when I was in Australia, he was doing my school syllabus so I basically attended this school without attending it. I know, crazy right?
I started getting information on my research paper. This topic is really interesting since bystander relates to bullying. You know when people torment others in various ways because of their pent up emotions. The bystander is basically someone that watches the person being bullied and doesn't do anything. When I had many incidents online my so called followers didn't even defend me. Even in real life, when it came to the test - all my 'friends' abandoned me. I guess in this world popularity and acceptance is more important than loyalty.
Since we're in twelfth grade we have a higher limit, a five hundred and fifty word essay is the maximum and the minimum is five hundred.
"Kensi," Paris groans, stressing my name.
"Yes Ari, we know that's my name. No need to emphasize it," I say, chuckling.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes.
After doing all my research - all I have to do is prepare a draft and type it out.
Ring
There goes the bell. "Kensi," Miss Finch calls, I turn around and smile at her - walking towards her desk. William is also standing there. What's he doing here?
"Yes Miss Finch," I reply. She flashes me a kind smile and says, "William is failing psychology at the moment. You are my star pupil and I was wondering if you could tutor him," she tells me.
I stand there, wide-eyed, is this some kind of joke - I obviously didn't want to reject my favorite teacher so I agreed. "Great, I'll leave it in your hands to work out the times and when you'll be doing your sessions," she confirms with us. I nod in agreement.
William trails behind me as I walk towards second block. English. I take my seat and open up my notebook. The teacher starts rambling on and on about our set book, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I spoke to my teacher and changed my self-study book to All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven.
"Love," Miss Watson started, "What is love?" She asks the class. We remain silent, "We have different types of love, someone tell me the general definition," she commands.
"An intense feeling of deep affection," I stated. "Excellent Kensi, it's good to know someone is awake in this class," Miss Watson states. I smile at her praise.
After explaining the concept of love to us, I understood what she was leading to. "Now class, I've thoroughly explained the concept of love to you - there's a quote from this book - I want you to find the deeper meaning. Because I can assure you - it's more than meets the eye," she informs us.
"The quote is; we accept the love we think we deserve," she said. I scribbled it in my notebook and started to think of a deeper meaning. She gave us the rest of the lesson and I spent my time thinking about it. Paris, sadly - was not in this class. She was in Mr Coles' English class. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, "Hey, it's for you," a girl whispered to me.
Dear Kensi
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I just can't help,
But fall in love with you.
Every time I glance into your eyes,
I just sit back in a daze and sigh.
Your Secret Admirer
I groaned, not this again! The bell rang and I scurried out the class, towards my locker. "When do you want to tutor me?"
"First of all, I don't want to, I'm being forced to. Second of all, I'll text you when I'm available," I told William.
"Whatever," he scoffed and went over to his new 'friends'.
Dear Fellow Wattpad Readers
I am so, so, so, so, so, sorry!! I haven't updated at all this week. I just haven't had the time to write chapters. Normally I write 2000 or more words in a chapter but this is way under the limit. I sincerely apologize. The days I put up for updating are changing now. Three times a week is too often and I don't have the time to write so much. So I'll update on a Monday and a Saturday. I think these days will work since I have the weekend to write Monday's chapters and the whole week to write Saturday's chapters. Hopefully these days work out. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING!
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