What does he mean by he knows more than I think? I stood there shocked and trying to understand what he said to me. Then I am standing in a hallway, staring into space. I regained my senses and walked to my last class of the day. Liam's in my class but he rarely gives me a hard time. It's either "hey bitch" or knocking my books over when the teacher isn't looking.
I try to sneak to my seat unnoticed but Liam, being the jerk he is, stuck his foot out in front of me and I tripped. Luckily, I didn't fall but all of my books fell for what seems to be the hundredth time today.
The teacher, Mrs. Goodman, whipped her head around to see what happened. She sighed, shifting her weight to her other foot with her hands on her hips.
"Ms. Winters, care to tell me why you're late to class and distracting everyone?"
I look around to see everyone staring at me, except Liam who is trying not to burst out in laughter.
"I..uh..I was in the bathroom," I said sounding more like a question.
"And why are your books all over my classroom?" She's so pissed.
I look at Liam and he's giving me one of those 'don't rat me out or I'll kill you' looks.
"I tripped over a chair. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well pick up your books and take a seat. Turn to page 204 in your textbooks everyone."
I gather up all my book that are scattered across the floor. No one bothered to help but it's no surprise to me.
I get up looking for a seat in the front. Every seat is taken except one in the back next to the person I least want to sit next to. Seriously?
I look at Liam and he has a smug look on his face and I want to slap it right off all the way to Africa.
I place my books down and scoot my chair as far away as possible. I turn my attention to what Mrs. Goodman is talking about. Something about covalent bonds or whatever. We learned this in the beginning of the year but I guess we are going over this because everyone forgot it for the final exams. I already know what she's talking about because I always try to understand the topic of the class before hand. I literally will not stop staring at my books before I understand it.
My attention is broken by the sound of Liam's chair being dragged closer to me. I turn to see him less than a foot away from me and try to move my chair farther away from him.
"What? I don't bite," with that same stupid smug look on his face.
"No, but you do try to trip me," I say looking down with a big bruise on my elbow that I got from slamming it on the table when I almost face planted.
He just laughs at me which annoys me even more. He flicks my bruise with his pointer finger really hard and I wince away in pain. I really do not understand what I did to make him hate me.
"Why do you hate me? What do you want from me?" I surprise myself by just saying it. I'm never comfortable with confrontations.
"Oh hun, it's not me that wants something from you."
What? Who wants something from me? What do they want?
"Who? And what do they want?" I say with a shaky voice.
He slightly laughs and looks me dead in the eye.
"You'll find out soon."
