Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 14•

As the week went on, Neveah decided to take a less confrontational route when it came to being in the same room as Mr. Fischbach. She would hold back any commentary, and avoided pissing him off, even though it was pretty amusing when she did. Everyday, in both first and fourth hour she did anything he instructed to, got her work done and helped out when needed. She also tried her best to avoid any and all conversations or acts of socialization with Mr. Fischbach, it was hard but she nonetheless did it. It was Friday once again, Neveah was in his fourth hour class as usual and she was impatiently waiting for the bell to ring.

When it did, she gathered her belongings and was once again the first to leave the classroom. Tuesday and Wednesday Mr. Fischbach attempted to speak with her again. She wanted to give him the silent treatment, but knowing he'd point out how childish that would be deterred her from doing so. She simply reminded him that she wouldn't be speaking with him, and by Thursday he got the hint and kept the little chit-chat he would have with Neveah, strictly about the subject he taught.

She shook off the thought of her English teacher and focused on heading towards the cafeteria, where she'd usual meet with her pretty, skinny, dirty blonde good friend, Heather Barnett. To explain and sum up how their relationship has grown since the first day of school is basically, the two shared a specific type of bond. Neveah truly appreciated having a friend like Heather, and plus, they had a lot in common surprisingly. Neveah took out her phone, she answered a text while casually walking in the direction of the schools lunchroom.

Neveah could hear the sound of voices around the corner she was about to turn into. Once she did, her eyes fell onto someone familiar. Liam and his little brother had two students backed into a wall, obviously being big bullies. She recognized one of  the students against the wall, Chase Harris. She remembered first meeting the brown haired, brown eyed little freshmen in Mr. Fischbach's fourth hour.

The other unrecognizable student had brown hair and bright green eyes, and did have a navy blue hat on his head, that is til Liam took it off and threw it behind him. Coincidentally landing at Neveah's feet, she picked it up and angrily made her way towards the four students. She grabbed the back of both Christian and Liam's shirts and yanked them back just abit and stepped in front of Chase and The unknown boy. "What the hell are you guys doing?" She asked, seeing that she caught the two off guard. Liam realized who it was and his facial expression saddened, until he remembered where he was and who he was in front of.

"Oh look bro, it's your little Ex girlfriend coming to save the day for these geeks." Christian said, looking angrily at Chase. Neveah rolled her eyes as Liam stepped closer to her. "What does it look like we're doing princess?" He spat, squinting his eyes at Neveah. She scoffed, "It looks like you and your little minion here are being dicks." Neveah retorted, she watched Liam clenched his jaw in anger. "How about you mind your damn business and keep walking?" He questioned, she got inches away from his face. As she was about to say something she could see a group of people heading their way. Liam harshly shoved Neveah to the side and she ended up losing her balance and hitting the floor. The group of people rushed over, all Neveah could hear was the sound of male and female voices yelling and shouting. She was sitting on the ground, a hand gestures to help her up and she gladly took it.

When she finally stood up straight she released the hand and her eyes met with beautiful hazel ones just like hers. The person that helped her up was a fairly tall boy, with brown hair, a strong jaw and cute dimples. She stared at him in awe, until he held out his hand to shake. "Hi I'm Andrew," he paused, hearing the continuous shouting behind him die down. Liam and Christian finally left in the other direction, only because they were obviously out numbered by the size of the group.