I Found Your Love -Interracial-

Chapter Ten

Dentenion.

Not the best place to be on a warm, Monday afternoon.

Not that I'm complaining, it's just I don't think I deserved it. Well, I did answer the question correctly, yet the old man gives me a two hour detention. The classroom quietly clicked, making only the slightest noises. I sighed, as I gaze around the small, but neat science room. There were other people, I wasn't the only human in the room with the creep. Thank god.

There were a couple freshman's, who didn't seem to care at all about life. But me, I never get detention.

When I say never, I mean never.

Well, I take that back. There was this time Hannah, and I stole candy from the teachers desk, and she got me in the act. Funny thing, she only caught me, and not Hannah. Racist bitch. But anyways, I never ever  get detention.

I feel like a total idiot hawking around the classroom, like some stupid looking owl. My head slowly nods off into a small nap. Before the door opens,

A small thin woman with small rim glasses high up on the tip of her nose stood at the entrance of the door. She hold a small notepad with small cursive letters, too small to read.

She move swiftly to the front of the classroom, and raised her hand.

"Quiet!" She screeched, I pulled a face, is this lady slow ? Does she hear anyone talking. I giggled, and instantly put on a serious face.

"There is nothing funny here missy." She points a od wrinkly finger at me, and narrowed her hard cold gray eyes.

I straighten my back, and looked to see if anyone saw that total embarrassment. As usual, they were in there freshman's gaze.

The lady open the small notepad, and took a quick scan around the classroom, and looked at the notepad.

"Amy Cooper?" Her stern voice raised.

There was no reply, I'm assuming it's one of the freshman's in the back.

Her head snapped up, her cold eyes blazing.

"Shall I give you a extra hour?" She smirked. 

"Here," A tired voice said from the back.

She simply nodded, and went on until she reach the last of the names.

"Chase Walker?"

Once again that creepy silence, like the one's in the movie when something about to pop out.

"Chase Walker?" I repeated scrunching up my nose in confusion. Why would Chase be here?

"I never ask for an echo." She narrowed her eyes at me, giving a glare that could kill. I nodded, and lowered my head, obediently waiting for my name.

The door opened, this time louder, and more powerfully.

And instantly I could tell who it was.

"Alright, let's get this shit over with." Chase mumbled under his breath, while walking to the desk behind. totally un noticing me.

The woman's eyes widen,

"Oh my, I should have known by the name." She giggled, slightly blushing.

Ew, what a sight.

I turned to him and mouthed, 'why the hell are you here?' He smirked, when his eyes met mine.

Why do I care, anyways?

"Maya Chambers?"

"Here," I said in a shameful low voice

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A couple minutes passed, I could feel the tension of the room.
Curiosity merged in my mind growing bigger by the second. I desperately wanted to know why Chase was here.
I stole a quick peek at him, his large hand was racking through the clumps of his golden blonde curls. He shifted in his seat, as I quickly turned my head.