I sigh as I finally reach the classroom. I look at the clock. Great, I'm seven minutes late.
How was I late when I arrived at school to hear the bell ring? No, it's not because my lazy ass took seven minutes to walk to class. It's because I got stopped by several guys and girls
Hold up don't get ahead of yourself.
They obviously didn't stop for me. They stopped me so I can ask Amie to get them invites to the party she's hosting tomorrow.
Yes tomorrow, a Tuesday school night. Who has the energy to party on a school night? I'm not repelled by parties however, high school parties are disgusting. It might be a bit bias towards our high school parties, but for good reason. Apparently only the most 'exclusive' of our senior year is attending. Which basically means I didn't get an invite to a party that's being hosted at my own house. I don't really care the only thing I'm frustrated about is how I'm meant to study for my maths test tomorrow.
I get lost in thought over my maths test and the party that I didn't realise that Mr Kristev was calling my name. So was the whole class.
I removed my gaze from the clock's hands and looked at my science teachers stern gaze, then looked at the rest of the class's amused faces, then planted my gaze to the floor.
"Ms Tyres, would you like to share the cause of your tardiness," Mr Kristev asked. Everyone waited for my response. I didn't reply. This is what I was known as. The lonely freak who is only known because of her sister. When everyone realised I had nothing to say, someones unfortunately recognisable voice replied.
"Mute freak"
Everyone started laughing. I lift up my eyes to meet the person who was getting high fives and pats not the back.
Ian Papil.
Who's gonna tell him that 'Mute Freak' just isn't that creative.
I hated him with a passion.He isn't my personal bully who trips me over in the hallways or sticks post-it notes saying 'idiot' on my back. I just don't like him. He uses his looks and money to change peoples valid opinions and uses his somehow gained respect for advantage. He also fucks women way too much. Sex is fun but sometimes I see 6 different girls leaving his house in a day. Although they might be the same person, I'm not too sure they all are blonde bimbos. It also doesn't help that he lives across my street. Almost daily a bunch of girls in shit heels and ripped shirts walk down my street sobbing and telling Ian they love him. It's sad sometimes but what's even sadder is how this guy is messing up my sleep schedule.
This was the first time he insulted me personally. I look towards my teacher with desperation hoping he could say something along the lines of "that comment was completely unnecessary, detention after school" or "come see me after class" but no. Instead, I am greeted by my own teacher trying to hide his laughter. He shrugs and mumbles something about taking a seat and how he is letting my tardiness pass this time.
I walked towards my desk while students are whisper-chanting (which I'm positive the teacher could hear) "mute" "mute" "mute" to me.
I don't care that much just please make Ian go to detention so the girls sobbing can stop for a little while.
I sit in my desk, ignoring Ian's hard gaze at the side of my head and use my hair to cover my face.
Stop looking at me. Shoo.
I eventually fall into a nice sleep, with the teacher's words of Ptolemy's theory floating in my head.
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I am awoken by a big thump in my head.
Ow.
I groggily sit up and glare at the science theory book hanging by a muscular arm. My glare leads further up the muscular arm, only to see one of the most gorgeous eyes I've seen. The eyes held a glare, but immediately softened when I reached them.
"Class is over, go before you have detention," Ian said calmly
I was not calm. I did not even know Ian could do something nice. I nodded furiously and collected by things about to leave when he grabbed my arm.
I felt electric bolts rush up my arm. He must have felt it too because he let go of my hand like it was on fire. He scrunched up his face and almost looked adorable.
"The only reason I helped you is because I also have detention, and I don't want to catch diseases from a freak," he said.
That certainly peeled the smile off my face. I rolled my eyes and got out of the classroom. I huffed in annoyance as I walked home.
I am not a freak jackass
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Yeah, that's all for this chapter, its longer than the other one. Updating as soon as possible. Give me tips if you want. Thanks, until next time.
QOTD: What's your worst teacher story?
Mine was probably when I found my teacher groping my other teacher's ass. There are probably quite a few bad ones but I don't have the energy to think that hard right now ekekek.
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