God Is Writing My Love Story

4. The question

I was a bit scared. Why would he ask me something? But, I was anxiously curious to find out. I tried to play it cool.

"Yeah, I guess." 'Good enough' I thought.

"What's with you and being so...what's the word? Bitchy?" He said. I'm not bitchy! Am I? I glared at him and without noticing at first I see that we arrived at school. So I hopped over him at exited the bus. Trying to get away from him so I couldn't answer the unanswerable question.

Today in class, I couldn't stop thinking about why he asked me that. He barely knew me! So why in the world would he just say that to me? I don't even know why I'm overreacting over some rude question! While in my head I didn't realize that I was laughing and scoffing to myself. I disrupted the whole class.

"Faith? Would you like to share t the rest of the class what you were thinking?" Mr.Douchans said to me with a scowl. I shook my head violently taking that if I did people would have thought I was crazy. Already with my shyness, I can't later it with those kind of thoughts.

"Alright, then I suggest you actually pay attention in class then wonder off in your thoughts." He glared at me. He was the most hated teacher at our school. Everyone called him Mr. Douche because of what a jerk he is. He's also known as a pervert. Everyone says he looks down the girls shirts when he hands out papers and only gives high grades to the pretty girls. Which is obviously not me. That's why he hates me so much.

I walked in the hall with my books in my hands. Mostly because my phone was on top. Of course, I wasn't paying attention. I bashed into a opening door and my books fly onto my head. My phone goes across the floor and I'm just lying on the floor holding my head. I hear the words 'oh my god, I'm so sorry!' I some how felt bad because they sounded really sincere. I said it's okay and that I was fine as kindly as I could with a smile so they wouldn't be worried. I see another backpack on the floor and a guy picking up my books. Great. Of course it had to be him. We make eye contact and he smiles and sets my books to my side. I smile back trying not to act bitchy as he said before. He grabs my hand and lifts me up. My head stings with pain and my eye sight went a bit dizzy. I grabbed my head and tripped a little to the side. I hear the clanking of heels down the hall. Which makes it worse. He holds my arm with a tight grasp. Which is a bit uncomfortable but at least he's trying to help.

"Okay, calm down. What happened here? Hey! Back up!" I can recognize the nurse's voice. Then I squint my eyes and notice a gigantic crowd surrounding us three. I feel a hand getting pried off of me. I just noticed he was holding my arm still...and my waist. I blushed.

"Okay, the blood has gone to her face. Should we bring her to the office?" The nurse said into her walkie talkie. I get a quick glimpse of him. I don't even know his name. Maybe I'll ask. But later. Right now, I'm to busy being dizzy.

Later on the bus, I have a pack of ice on my head. I felt rediculous. I took it off and threw it next to me. My head was throbbing but I didn't care. Next thing I knew, I was sitting next to him. Just talking about the incident. And I finally learned his name. It was Michael.