B 'n' B

CHAPTER III: THE NOTE

With my mind preoccupied, I wasn't able to plan my escape anymore. What were they hurting that guy for? Why, in the first place, would they do that? I spend my fourth period in the cafeteria, binge eating some ice cream. When the bell rings, I blindly make my way to psychology. My face lights up and I release a breath of relief when I see my brother looking safe and sound. I hurry towards him.

"How's everything?"

"Awful," I answer without a doubt. "I saw something—I'll tell you about it later."

I immediately shut up when the teacher comes in. Ooh, define boobs. G cup, if ever those exist. It's like she caught some asteroids when they killed the dinosaurs, pasted them on her chest and named them boobs. The awkward thing is the funny way she walks. You can tell that she's trying hard to walk in a way that will make her giant chest bounce less.

"She's Kate Bobber," Blake whispers, his head down. "Students call her Boober because—well, I don't think that needs further explanation." He looks up, straight into my eyes. "Never mess with her."

"Have they decided to drop this course?! Where are they?!" she spits, and I can almost make out sprinkles of saliva escaping her mouth.

Whoa there, baby. You gotta chill. "You and Dwight know each other?" I hear Blake ask.

"Why?"

"He's been looking at you since you walked in."

I look at the direction he's pointing at, and I meet Dwight's gaze. He smiles, and I smile back a little. And then I return my gaze to the fuming teacher. At that exact moment, Rain swaggers inside, accompanied by the healthy girl. They have wide smiles pasted on their smug faces, barely recognizing the teacher's presence.

"Mr. Rain Miller! Ms. Katherine Johnston! Get to the front!"

The two students proceed beside Boober. Rain is several inches taller; she probably reaches only up to his abdomen. Boober has a better luck with the girl; she almost reaches up to Ms. Johnston's shoulders.

"A school is not a park!" Boober admonishes with so much anger. If what happens in anime is true, this teacher would now be releasing puffs of smoke through her ears and nostrils. "As students, it's your responsibility to arrive in your classes on time! It's not the teacher's responsibility to wait for wasted students!" When she receives no reply, only innocent smiles from the subjects of her wrath, she erupts once more. "Are you not going to say anything?!"

"Oh, you're done?" Rain asks lightly. "My sincerest apologies. We were waiting for you to give us the prerogative to speak. I must admit that my friend and I failed to notice the time, and it is our carelessness." Several students are sniggering by this time, finding this exchange between a fuming teacher and two uncaring students amusing.

"And I also agree that it isn't your responsibility to wait for students like us. So, Madame, do all of us a favour," his voice turns back to his naughty one. "Next time I'm late, don't use that responsibility thingy on me again. Trust me, I've heard it a million times. Did I learn? Obviously not. So, just a tip from an asshole: don't waste your time on me." He turns to his friend, and with a final wink down to Boober, they walk to take their seats.

When Boober finally calms down (which took a few minutes), she notices me. "A new face. What's the name, dear?"

"Blair Anderson."

Her smile is wide. "An Anderson. What a relief."

See, here's the thing: I'm not like my brothers. Blake and Blaise are top students. Everybody loves them because they're super cool and smart; they have excellent leadership skills; they attract the crowd easily. I, on the other hand, despise the crowd. I am not a top student and am only famous for my unruliness. I can already picture Boober looking up at me and shouting about my tardiness.