A Badboy, Some Football & A Nerd

Chapter III: The Big Phone Deal

You know that feel when you're being watched? And you can just feel people's eyes glaring into your back. And then suddenly there's nothing. Not one pair of eyes are on you.

I had grown so used to having everyone look at me as I made my way down the hall. People stare and whatnot, each morning and occasionally throughout the day, but I don't take it in a bad way. Even though, that's the point of them staring.

While I'm walking down the hall, and everyone is silently staring at me, I feel like a queen before all her subjects. All eyes on me. Once I brought a jewelled tiara and furry cape to school and had them on while I was walking. Probably wasn't a good idea, the bullying doubled for that day.

I walked into school today and I couldn't feel any eyes on me. Well, maybe the odd one or two, but other than that, nothing. Today, instead of glaring and staring at me, the majority of the school were standing around, in small and large groups, staring at their phone.

I felt kind of weird. I have been replaced by thousands of phones, for the morning staring contest. I mean, personally I thought I was better than the hundreds of phones out, but who was I kidding.

I hurried to my locker and grabbed my books I'd need for the next two periods. Maths and P.E. But obviously you don't use a book for in P.E, unless of course you've got Ms Frederick.

As I continued down the hall towards my Maths room, people were still staring at their phones. Some of the didn't even swipe, just looking at a still screen. Maybe it was a video? But I couldn't hear any sound.

I found my seat in the Maths room and plopped down with a groan. Not because people, even in class, we're still staring at their phones. Nor because I was sitting next to Smelly Peter - it's not my fault his initials are P.U -. No. It was because I was in Maths.

Okay, well, maybe it was a bit of all three. I may have mentioned it before, I don't like school. And I especially don't like Maths. Sure, I'm good at maths and everything, but seriously this subject is mental abusive to humans. Therefore M.A.T.H.S. Yeah, whatever the s is part of human.

Mathematics is the evil spawn of the devil. Whatever its name is. Lucifer or something.

Aw, but Athena, Nerds are supposed to love school, and especially Maths.

Who says that? Why do they say that?

I don't like school. Period.

Aw, it's Athena's time of the
month, cause of period.

If it is physically possible to ram my hand through my forehead, I probably would've by now. My brains would be splattered on the walls behind my head, and the student too.

As I was saying.

I groaned because I don't like either of the three things listed. Peter Ulsan, P.U he's just a joke in himself. Everything calls him Smelly Peter, because well, P.U. But, he's also weird. Just plain weird.

I'm still confused about the big phone deal. But I knew phones would be long gone before the teacher, Mr Douglass arrived.

A couple minutes later, and Mr Douglass walked into the room. I didn't hear the familiar scrap of chairs against the floor, and the rustle of bags, as students hurried to put their phones away, which surprised me.

And Mr Douglass too.

He finally got to use his confiscated box again. He hadn't used it since the first week of school, and students learn after that. He took the cardboard box, like a small moving box, out of his draw and placed it on the table, with a smile.

"Alright class, settle down," Douglass said, which was stupid because no one was talking. "Thank you for cooperating with me so easily." He smiled again, and laughed at his own 'joke'.

"You know the drill," he said holding the box out in front of him, "phones in, lets go." He walked around the room holding the box in front of people's faces waiting for them to put it in. But, of course, no one did, and Mr Douglass was forced to pluck them out of the students hands.

Which, unfortunately for everyone else, appearing to be only myself, led to a bunch of cries, and hissy fits.

"Sir! You can't do that!"

"I was in the middle of something!"

"So was I!"

"Yeah, me too, Sir!"

"Yeah, well you can get back to that middle of something after class," Mr Douglass warned, "you know there's no phones in class."

Everyone groaned, following my original movement at the beginning of the class. Maybe I was starting something. Who knew.

The complaining didn't stop, only quieted down a tad. Every now and then, I swear I heard harsh whispers behind me, but every time I tried to eavesdropped there was only cricket noises.

Coming fro my head of course.

The rest of the class blurred past in a chorus of hates whispers, chirping crickets and a boring teacher textbook voice. Blurred is an over-exaggeration, it was more like snail pace.

The next class, was of course, P.E, which I looked forward too. I mean, I'm not overly good at playing sport, any sport to be honest, but playing for fun is heaps of...well fun.

This week, from what I've previously heard on the schools website and social media accounts - I know, it's weird, the school interacts with its students - we were playing soccer. Or as the Poms call it, football, but a really football player knows football is AFL. A real mans - or woman's - sport.

I don't mind soccer too much, again I wasn't the best at it, and the boys in my class liked to cheat, so that's no fun. But today i decided to give them a run for their money.

After getting changed in the girls change room, being the only one there, because I arrived early, I wondered into the sports hall and waiting for my teacher to appear.

I wasn't too sure who my P.E teacher was for the semester, but I hoped it was not Ms Frederick. She is the worst teacher in the entire school. For all the subjects. She's worse than the next three worst teachers, combined. In my opinion anyway.

Luckily, praise the lords, I wasn't going to have to go through a semester with her. Instead, we had Mr McHotty - and no, he wasn't Dylan O'Brien. His name was Mr Holland. He was almost as hot as Dylan O'Brien though. So I can't complain.

He came over to the class, who had finally decided to show up, and started to take the role. And I swear to honest god, when he said some of the girls names they fainted, actually fainted. Swear on my life, hope to die.

When he got to my name, I simply said here and he continued on with the list. Finally he ended and told us we had to get into partnerships, BUT we weren't allowed to choose.

He choose randomly, and of course I had to get out with Smelly Peter.

Ugh, what a great way to start a new semester. First I have to sot next to the kid, now he was my sport partner, for who knew how long!

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I'm just going to say this now.

I apologise if you are religious and take any of my chapters to heart. Some of the things in there, like "praise the lord" or "honest to god" may hit a nerve if you're really religious. I mean no offence to you, that is just how I talk in real life.

Another thing. I may be a male, but I know good looks when I see them. Dylan O'Brien has been my celebrity crush ever since I watched The Maze Runner. But now, Tom Holland is slowly taking over that spot.

Anyways, I appreciate you reading my books and leaving anything you can and want.

Later dudes.

-tittleworks