Sixteen || Kim Samuel ✔️

Chapter 2

Catie's POV:

Did you like the cliffhanger? No. He corrected himself after, and laughed for a little. Then he said "as friends". Ouch. I just got friend zoned.

We said our goodbyes and I got some stares from lots of people, but I didn't care. I was happy I got to talk to Samuel today. He's a really genuine guy. My feelings weren't stronger, but they were proven.

I walked down the halls and stopped at my locker, decorated with random stickers of animate ice cream and unicorns. I swung my backpack from my back and set it on the ground, taking out my binder and textbooks and sticking them in the locker. I slammed the locker and made my way to my homeroom class.

My homeroom class was with Mrs. Woods and she was very calm. She was absolutely my most favorite teacher. The beginning of the year was amazing with her. She let us skip homework as long as we exit the class with a slip of paper that had to correct answer for the question of the day.

The question of the day was usually the history of English writers like Charles Dickens and Mark Twain. I got them right most of the time. I always was a decent student.

I peered in the room. Everyone was there but Mrs. Woods. I walked in and took my seat. Everyone talked fairly loud but also low. I don't have any friends beside Charlotte, but she was only in one of my classes: history. That was in 6th period.

The door opened and I looked over. It wasn't Mrs. Woods. It was a man. It was Faith.

I gasped under my breath. It was real... and he smirked at me. It wasn't a "I got you" smirk it was more of a "watch out" smirk. I shivered.

"Hello class." His voice was just as low as when he appeared in my room.

A skinny, pale boy with a blue shirt raised his hand and spoke right away. I guess it was a habit to raise a hand before you randomly shout things. "Where is Mrs. Woods?!"

"She's... not feeling well. I decided to substitute. I actually know some of you." He looked at me causing shivers to crawl around my body. His smirk fell and he turned to the board. "I should have you know some things: I don't like whining, I don't tolerate unnecessary talking and I absolutely don't like you children to ask unnecessary questions." He turned his shoulder at the pale boy who hung his head and put his hand down.

Faith grabbed a red marker from Mrs. Wood's desk and wrote on the board flippantly and quick. His hand writing was very sloppy and large.

"I'm Mr. Green. I'm only substituting today, but I'm sure we will have fun."