Crush On You [EDITING]

Chapter Two ☼

[ E D I T E D ]

My life was so miserable when I stepped into the principal’s office. I have to be a babysitter for one whole month (at least). Oh god. Why? Because of that stupid boy. It’s not like I punched him. All I did was reminding him that both of us have our own eyes and we used them every day, every time, everywhere. Instead, Mr. Andrew, the asshole principal had asked me to be his so-called stupid, ignorant buddy.

Really? A buddy? What. The. Hell?!! It was such an embarrassment.

“I don’t want to do it. I never assigned any contracts or papers to be someone’s buddy and I didn’t even join the school’s buddy club. I don’t even remember if that kind of club existed in this school,” I said.

“I’m sorry, Miss Hart. But you have to do it no matter what you say. It’s a light non-school-based punishment. I can give you a school-based punishment for being harsh to other student if you want to. Think of it,” Mr Andrew said.

I thought for five seconds, and then think longer. Buddy? Isn’t it an easy task? Just show him around the school and guide him only in the school ground? Right?? Why not take the challenge to prove to Mr. Andrew that you can do it?!

“Okay, I’ll do it,”

“Alright,” Mr. Andrew said. He gave the boy a piece of paper and chased us out, “Go to your classes now,”

I headed out of his office. “So what’s your name?” I asked the boy.

“Joseph Brian but you could just call me Joe,” he said.

“Okay cool. What’s your first class today?”

He looked confusedly on the paper and said, “Um, history?” that sounded like a question.

“Alright, follow me,”

I lead him to Mr. Hewitt’s class. His first class is as same as mine. History. Lame, I know. At least I’m lucky because I don’t have to walk down the hallway to the other side of the school’s building and return to this side. That’s too much walking.

I burst into the classroom without knocking and it startled the whole class. I ignored Mr. Hewitt and headed to my seat, at the back of the class by the window. My favourite. At least I could look out of the window when I can’t concentrate.

“Cameron, do you know how to knock a door?” Mr. Hewitt asked.

“Unfortunately for me, yes I do. But I rarely practice it,” I answered sarcastically.

“And who is this new guy?” He turned to Joe, “Welcome. Please introduce yourself to the class,”

“Hi. Good morning. I’m Joseph Brian. You could just call me by the name ‘Joe’. I’m a student transferred from Los Angeles. Just recently moved in last week. I hope everyone could guide me with things that I’m not used to in here. That’s all,” he looked at Mr. Hewitt.

“Alright. Thank you, Mr. Brian. You may have a seat now. Before the class is over thirty minutes from now, I’m going to give you these papers. Read it at home, I’m going to ask you some questions tomorrow,” he gave out those papers he mentioned.

There were five pages in total. Everything was about the history of this country I was born in. I’m not going to read this shit. It’s full of craps. Nah, it’s not. I’m just too lazy to read them.

The bell rang after it felt like thirty minutes had passed. My next class is what I was waiting for. English Literature aka Eng Lit. I don’t know why but this class is not as boring as History class. The truth is, I love history but Mr. Hewitt’s class was too boring for me.