cherryll

i'm not a bad student

I'm late. I hurried across the hall took my books from my locker and walked into class and all conversations stopped and the teacher turned around and looked at me. Pleassee not detention.

"sorry for being late to school I got caught up enjoying my last few minutes of being here" I said which earned a chorus of laughter from the class.

"go and take your seat, you should already know I don't like tardy people and long replies, see me after class" Mr. Benson my Geography said. If not for the lack of full hearing he has I would have certainly gone to detention or worse the principal office.

I go and take my sit beside a boy with auburn hair and blue eyes. I sit down, put my heads on the table and closed my eyes

"Are you sleeping?" I heard him ask me in an Australian accent.

"No. I am just training to die" I said after raising my head from the table and staring at his blue eyes that seemed to have a speck of silver. It looked really amazing, and I stared a bit longer and I saw color filling his cheeks, he was blushing, he thought I was checking him out.

"no, your-" I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't checking him out when I was interrupted.

"Why are you talking in my lesson Miss. Anderson?" Mr. Benson asked looking at me and frowning.

"Why are you teaching during my conversation?" I asked looking at him and half smirking.

"What was that Miss. Anderson? I didn't quite hear you over the thought of giving you detention?" he asked staring intently at me and I knew he heard me and was about to give me a comeback.

He raised his ruler and pointed at me.

"At this end of this stick is an idiot don't-" I interrupted Mr. Benson before he continued.

"Which end of the stick sir?" I ask and the once silent class erupted in laughter and I smiled.

"Miss. Anderson! Behave yourself" he said frowning deeply at me.

Don't get me wrong, I am the best student ever but just not in Mr. Benson class. One being that he hardly hears what I say and we have a history that goes a long way back and it isn't pretty at all, but it's profitable considering the fact that any wrong word uttered by me to him won't reach the principal's ears. A deal is a deal.

I stared at the clock after Mr. Benson continued teaching, sometimes counting the seconds and zoning in and out of a day dream.

"Miss. Anderson" Mr. Benson said. What does he want?

"Yes?" I ask looking at him while we have a little stare competition.

"The class is over, you're the only one here" he said leaving behind an unpleasant smile on his face.

I turn around and realize what he said was true and checked my watch. I will be late for my next class if I don't get there in 5 minutes.

"Wait, about our agreement, there needs to be compromising" he said taking a seat beside me.

"Believe me Mr. Benson, I want to have nothing to do with the likes of you calling it an agreement it's a bit too much, how about a contract?" I said distastefully.

"you've forgotten the reason I let you run your mouth all over the place in my class Cheryl, my class isn't your playing ground, it was a compromising situation and I am on the upper hand, remember the conditions and stop babbling like you're the princess your just a substitute, once a substitute always a substitute and be mindful my hearing has gotten better" he said giving me a scary look and ignoring my question before leaving the class.

How bad can it be to train a student?

Xavier lylax