I'm his Baby Sitter #Wattys2018

Chapter 1

The hallways are now full of noisy students. From each corner, there are still students. Each stride, you can still meet up some of them. What can you expect from a school full of students?

I am walking down the hall when I bump into somebody. I gather my textbooks that fell from the incident. I tack the strands that fall from my hair in my ears. My bangs are getting longer now.

"I'm sorry miss, if you watched where you're going, this wouldn't happen." A familiar voice speaks. I turn my head up and surprise to see the school's bad boy standing.

"I'm sorry," I nod but he just answers me with a blank stare. Well, don't stare at me like that, it's creeping the hell out of me.

He just keeps on staring at me then starts walking until he already left. A gasp escape from my lips, thinking about the incident that happened between us with the bad boy and the ordinary girl.

I continue to walk on my next class which is my favorite, Mathematics. First, I take a look on the open window to see the beautiful view. Birds chirping in the branches of trees, flowers blooming. I tighten my hold on my textbooks and continue to walk.

As I arrive there, the usual definition of a class can be its description. Students talking to each other, laughing like there is no tomorrow, throwing papers that soar just a bit high. I take a sit in the back where no one can disturb me from any commotion.

Soon, the teacher arrives holding a ton of papers in her hands. She take them down on her desk, fixes her white rimmed eyeglasses and turns to her class. "Good morning class."

My schoolmates start to go on their seats and greet our teacher.

"Good morning Ms. Bunty." We all greet in unison as she let us sit back on our seats.

"Thank you Ms. Bunty."

She holds a textbook on her hand and shows us the history of Mathematics; "The mathematical discoveries of 17th century were stimulated by the revolution in physics and astronomy. Galileo proved that the paths followed by projectiles were always parabolic. The 17th century also saw the birth of Analytic Geometry, Calculus, Number Theory, and Probability Theory."

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After the whole class ends, I go to my usual waiting spot to my friends. I am always the one who is going there early. I am a bit grumpy when they are very late though.

I take out my phone to check my Facebook notification. Notification (none) Friend Requests (none). I let out a breath after I have seen my Facebook. I am still willing to hope that someday, I'll get a million of notifications. If that's possible.

The cold wind passes by and I enjoy the cold effect it sends. I rise my head up to see such a beautiful view of the sun setting, causing the whole sky to be colored in orange.

"Sorry for being late!" A familiar voices speak. I turn around and smile.

Haylee, the book worm stops on her tracks, head bowed down while her hands are on her knees as well as my other friend Janice who is clutching her chest from the sudden rapid throb of her heart.

"Are you okay?" I chuckle from the way they act.

"Yeah. We better get going, the bus will leave at 5." Janice states, now fanning her now red face.

We start walking down the bumpy road to the station. We ride on the bus, me sitting with Haylee and Janice sitting with a stranger that is incredibly gorgeous as hell.

"She's so lucky!" Haylee proclaims, noting the jealousy from her accent.

"Sshh. Let her," I calm her down. The bus starts to move on our destination.