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One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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Sitting and twirling my chocolate brown hair, I've never felt more bored and deprived of happiness in my entire seventeen years of living. I watch the clock, my eyes following the hands as they tick across the white surface, telling the time of the day, but it feels as if time has frozen.
Once again, I'm the first into the English class as I was in math. I patiently wait for the piercing bell to ring and finally, after what seems like ages, it does. Students slowly and reluctantly file into the room one by one; the once empty seats now full.
Conversations and loud voices penetrate the once reticent room; I internally groan to myself out of pure frustration as I tangle my fingers within my hair.
"Good afternoon," a dark voice booms through the classroom, it immediately falling silent as Mr. Simons - our English teacher - casually strides into the room, his glasses positioned high on the bridge of his nose. I don't lift my gaze from my fingers to meet his eyes like the others do, instead, I remain fully unfazed by his presence.
Honestly, it doesn't matter, I'm hidden behind the tall jocks anyway.
"Get out your homework from last night, the one I gave you about Greek and Latin roots yesterday, it was very simple so I will not accept any excuses for it not being done," Mr. Simons warns, striding around his desk and taking a seat in his chair, propping his feet atop the light mahogany wood surface.
From the outside, Mr. Simons seems mellow and calm, but once you get to know who he really is, it's scary and he's only in his twenties.
Everyone does as instructed and I silently agree with his previous statement. Just as Mr. Simons is about to start his daily question, the door swings open in a not so calm fashion and in jaunts no other than Alakade Vincent, with the same smug look painted on his face as always.
I don't pay him another glance like the rest of the girls do because quite frankly, I could care less. He's known as the "Ruthless Bad Boy," of Timberland High, others fear him while some admire him, and I know what you're thinking, that's so cliche, and it is.
Alakade makes his way to the back of the class, not saying a word to Mr. Simons as to why he's late, but he doesn't have to, for Mr. Simons asks it himself.
"Mr. Vincent, care to tell why you're coming almost five minutes late to class?" If there's one thing that you should know about this particular English teacher, it's to never and I mean ever be late to his classes, for you will feel his wrath, even if you're a second late!
Everyone's heads whip back to Alakade, expecting him to spat something totally out of line like he always does; but I as well as everyone else is caught off guard when he only shakes his head and pushes off Mr. Simons' question from before. Then everyone's heads snap back to the front, and I find myself among them.
"Alright then, can anyone tell me what a palindrome is...anyone?"
The room is silent as they all think of a logical answer. One girl, I recognize to be Nicki - a good friend of mine - raises her hand and just as he's about to let her speak, no other than the Bad B speaks.
"A palindrome is a verse, name, or something that reads the same backward and forwards," he states with a bored expression. "Seriously Simons, you need to come up with harder questions," he adds.
I gawk at Mr. Simons' next reply.
"That's correct Alakade, but I would appreciate it if you'd wait your turn."
"Nah, that's too boring," he sneers.
Mr. Simons' nostrils visibly flare in frustration. Without a doubt, Mr. Simons and Alakade hate one another, no question about it, and I one hundred percent understand why; and I myself don't find a certain liking for Alakade either. I don't exactly know why, but whenever he's present, I always have this weird feeling, and it always is radiating off of him. I guess you can say the same for his friend too, they're both just...strange, in a way I can't explain. They both just seem different from the normal crowd, I guess.
I snap back to reality when Mr. Simons' voice bellows through the room, "detention, Mr. Vincent!"
simply shrugs, "fine by me," he spat, giving Mr. Simons a stare down, and I suddenly feel uncomfortable, though the reason is miscellaneous.
The tension between the two could be felt, like the rough surface of sandpaper scoffing along your bare skin. They continue to stare at one another with such bloodlust and hatred that it's almost bloodcurdling, but the innervation is quickly dropped once the obnoxious bell rings, signaling everyone's release.
There's something defiantly strange about him, but...I don't know what. I need to find out...somehow.
