Keep It on The Down Low

Keep It on The Down Low- Chapter 4

Words can't describe how small and fragile I felt at that moment.

The way he turned around and ignored me for the rest of the lesson made my heart crush into a million pieces. I was barely able to swallow my saliva, my throat hurt too much. Everytime his eyes darted around the classroom to pick a student to answer a question, his eyes would always skip me.

WHY?!

I gave up on trying to make eye contact with him and I slumped in my seat, resting my head on the desk. I began drifting into a comfortable slumber, blocking out his voice...

"ELIZABETH!"

My dreamy clouds evaporated, bringing me back to the ugly biology classroom. My head shot upwards, and I sleepily moaned "Sir?". My eyes were barely open, but I could distinguish angry features on Mr Evans's gorgeous face. The class broke out in exaggerated laughter as I heated up, realisation taking over me. The sheet of paper that was on my desk was now plastered to my face, hanging off of my cheek. There was also drool hanging off of the side of my mouth, I swear this man will never catch me at a good moment , I muttered to myself.

Luckily, the end-of-school bell rang, saving me before Mr Evans could yell at me or insult me somehow. I quickly packed up my stuff and scuttled towards the door, attempting to go unnoticed.

"Elizabeth, come back here."

DAMN IT.

I sauntered towards him, my head hung low. I bit my tongue, in order to not say anything stupid. He dug his hand into his blazer pocket and for one second-just a split second, I thought he was going to bring out a ring.

I physically slapped my face, punishment for having such stupid thoughts. Mr Evans gave me a worried look, and I just muttered something about a bug.

He raised an amused eyebrow, and produced his phone from his pocket. Oh yes! My phone, I completely forgot.

"Thanks." I murmured, sounding depressed.

"Look, Liz I want to say I'm sorry for being a jerk to you earlier. I feel like I might have caused a war between us and I would just like to clear that now, and start afresh,"

"Mr Ev-"

"Wait, I'm not done. It seems like you're the only one who actually knows who I am, and not who I play in the movies, and I just want to say thanks,"

"But I-"

"Stop interrupting. I also want to say thanks for not following me like a brainless zombie, like all the students have been doing. The attention is flattering, but I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

"Well-"

"You don't shut up, do you?" He shook his head, smirking at me. I shook my head, causing him to give me a genuine smile, the smile that I always saw in my dreams. It made my heart melt, and it caused me to fall head over heels for him all over again.

"Well thanks Chris-I mean, Mr Evans. I've got to go now, but see you tomorrow, I guess?"

He gave a quick smile and I walked out. The second I was about to turn the corner, he shouted to me.

"Wait, Lizzie!" I shot back inside the classroom, a huge smile smacked on my face.

"Yes sir?" I asked expecting this to be the part in my dream where he sweeps me off my feet. Cue the romantic music! My heart thudded with anticipation, and blood was rushing to my cheeks.

"You have a detention tomorrow." He said simply. My mental song scratched to a halt, as I  took in what he said.

"WHAT? WHY?" I practically yelled at him.

"You turned up to my class 20 minutes late." He gave me a smirk, and turned around to rub the ink off of the whiteboard.

"BASTARD!" I yelled as I stormed out of the classroom. Even though I was acting like a child by storming off, I couldn't wipe the beaming smile off of my face.