Holler When You Need Me (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5

*Mr. Holtti on the side guys :D*

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As we were walking down the hall, I realized that I still didn't know his name.

"Hey uh.. What's your name again?" I asked.

"Oh! Right. I forgot to introduce myself." He did a little bow, making me giggle. "My name Roman. Roman Crawford. Glad to be at your service." He said grinning.

Dimples should be illegal. I mean, with a face like that and dimples?! Are you guys trying to kill us girls or something? It's bad enough that he's hot. But this? THIS is just unacceptable. It's like trying to kill us with your looks. Gad damn it.

"Well hello Roman. I'm Chrystalia Jane. Chrystalia Jane Emeralds. Glad that you're at my service." I said giggling. And doing a little bow myself.

"Chrystalia Jane.. That's a nice name." He said smiling down at me.

"Uh.. Thanks. Though my introduction wasn't as nice as yours." I sighed jokingly. Pouting a little.

He chuckled. "It's fine. But I have to agree with you, it wasn't as amazing as mine." He stuck his tongue out at me.

I scoffed. "Whatever. Yours is nothing compare to James Bond." I did the James Bond pose. Using my hands as gun and pointing it at him. "My name is Bond. James Bond. Pew! Pew!" I fake shot at him.

He laughed so hard I think the whole school heard him.

"What are you laughing at?" I said playfully glaring at him. He laughed harder. "Stop laughing or I'll shoot you!" I said pointing my hand-gun at him. This time he fell on the floor rolling while clutching his stomach. I stomped my foot and pouted. "Are you making fun of me?!" I asked sounding a little offended.

He started gasping for air and hitting the floor with his fist. "Oh my gad! S-S-stop m-making me la-laugh! P-please! I'm d-dying here!" He said choking on his words.

We froze when we heard a door open. A teacher was looking around looking for the people causing such a ruckus. And those people happen to be us.

Once he spotted us, I started running and Roman was scrambling on his feet trying to get up before the teacher has a chance to see who we are.

We kept on running until we were far enough for anyone to spot us. Once we settled down, we slid down the wall catching our breathes. We kept quiet for a while. The silence was awkward so I started laughing. Roman joined me a few seconds later.

"That was so friggin hilarious! I mean, did you see yourself?! You were rolling around on the ground laughing like a hyena!" I blurted out while laughing.

He frowned. "Hey, for your information, you were the one who made me laugh. You were acting like a baby James Bond. I mean, what kind a James Bond-wanna-be stomps her foot like a child? That's just hilarious." He pointed out.

I playfully glared at him. "Obviously someone not awesome as me. Where else can you find a James Bond-wanna-be who stomps her foot and is a girl?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

He thinks about it for a while. "Touché." He chuckles softly.

We were silent for a while.. Awkward.. "Awkward silence." I whispered.

He laughed. "Well, what do you want to talk about?" He asks turning his head towards me.

I shrugged. "Dunno. How old are you?" I asked him.

He chuckled. "That is too mainstream. Ask something else." I think about what to ask next. "But to answer your question. I'm 18." He said smiling.

"Oh ok. Uhm.. Do you like climbing trees?" I asked grinning at him.

He looks at me bewildered. "What??" I laughed at his expression.

I shrugged. "You told me to ask something that's not 'too mainstream'. So just answer the question."

He chuckles. "Uhm.. Ok. That's weird." He clears his throat. "Uh.. I guess. I used to climb trees all the time when I was a kid. I still do, when I've got nothing to do in the house." He says sheepishly.

I laughed. "Well that's not weird at all.." I said sarcastically. "Your turn to ask." I said.

"Hmm.... Hmm... Well, can I ask you something personal?" He asked looking at me seriously.

I shifted uncomfortably. "Uh.. Sure."

"Ok.. Here it comes..." He left the words hanging. Then continued. "Do you have one more space at your lunch table for me?" He asked me seriously but with a hint of humor.

I gasped and slapped his arm lightly. "You jerk! I thought it was something serious. You made me uncomfortable for nothing." I said glaring at him.

He laughed. "It is serious. I don't know where to sit and you're the only one I know here." He says with a sigh.

I rolled my eyes. "Ofc there's space. The only ones who sits on our table is Chelsie,Lara, and me. Oh yeah! And Denis. He's going to join us at the table today." I said smiling.

"Who's Denis? Is he your boyfriend?" He asked frowning. Why is he frowning? Huh..

I laughed. "No. He's not my boyfriend. He's just a friend I met today."

"Oh.. Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked looking sad. Why is he sad? The furr?

"Why are you asking?" I asked curiously.

The bell rang signaling us to get to our next class.

He looked away. "Nothing. Forget I asked that." He said and started getting up.

I frown a him. What is his problem? "Hey.. Uh.. What do you have now?"

"Uh.. Art. You?"

"Oh.. I have science." I grumbled. Lucky bitch. I hate science. And if it wasn't for our hot teacher, I'd probably skip science too. I don't skip a lot of classes though.

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch then." He said then walked away.

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I got in class just in time to see the teacher walk in.

Mr. Holtti is a cool teacher. He lets us experiment on random stuff that turns out to be fun. And he's hot. So hot. He's around 6'4, blue eyes, brown with a little bit of blonde in his hair and styled looking like its disheveled. He wears fake round glasses. He says it makes him look young. I say it makes him look adorable and more attractive.. Dammnn..

"Good Morning class." He greets us with a smile.

"Good Morning." The class replied. The girls with a smile and googly eyes, and the boys with a bored tone and eyes. Ugh.. Boys. I'm not a sexist, but seriously? At least smile. They all look like zombies.

Mr. Holtti cleared his throat and began his lesson.

I started doodling on my notebook not really paying attention. I tried drawing Mr. Holtti teaching the class, but I'm no good at drawing. I can draw, sure, but it's not good enough.. I really wish I could draw.. And sing. I love singing. But I don't really have the voice. I can sing.. Yeah. But not good enough..

I sighed. I'm never going to be good enough.

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Ok so this is longer than chapter 4.. Coz I'm not really in a hurry. Hope you guys liked it. :)