Adapting To His Ways

3: Orange Tree incident

Aarinola's POV

Do you really believe that we do things for a reason? Well, I don't but now I do. Jason has been giving me silent treatment for past two days, and I had no idea why.

But I believe he's doing that for a reason-- or else. I really hated the feeling of being ignored by someone, especially when you do them no wrong. I really hated it.

The only conversation Jason and I have was specifically on me washing the dishes, apart from that nothing else is include.

His ignorant attitude only extends day by day.

"Aarinola Johnson can you explain to the class what's on your mind?" The angry voice of Mr. Hen-- the English teacher brought me out of reverie.

"Nothing is on my mind" I huffed, and all the students eyes were back on me. That was expected.

"Always stand up and answer when a teacher is talking to you"Mr. Hen warned, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes internally. "Since you said nothing is on your mind, how about you tell me what I was explaining before your unserious behavior caught my attention?" Mr. Hen urged "And also give an example" Mr. Hen added, urging me to speak up.

Believe me, highschool sucks sometimes.

"Well, " I started, earning an angry glare from Mr. Hen "You obviously talked about Prepositions" I shrugged, not really interested in furthering.

"Good. So what is a preposition?" Mr. Hen asked, adjusting his birth glasses.

I mean, he's so cling to that glass.

"A preposition shows the relationship between a noun and pronoun. I.e The book is on the table, the preposition 'on' shows the relationship between 'book' and 'table' " I finished with a proud grin.

I mean, how dare he thinks I wasn't paying attention?

"Well, I wasn't expecting that, but nevertheless your mind should always be in class not outside the class. Are we clear?" Mr. Hen asked and I send him a confirmation nod.

How ungrateful of that man...

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It was lunch break, I was in the cafeteria eating the food I distaste and disdain, Spaghetti. God!  How much I've missed my mom and her delicious cookies.

If only she was here, I wouldn't be eating in the cafeteria to make the matter worst, eating a meal i distaste the most.

But what? I can't stay with an empty stomach. I have two choice here, it either I continue to muffle the spaghetti or i die with an empty stomach. Well, at least have bread is better than none.

"Hey" A knowing voice greeted, and I opened my ears wider to know If I was hearing voices or not.

It was Folashade, she was wearing the expression that would make you want to draw her in and give her warm caring hug, but no. I needed explanation.

"Hey" I greeted back, not really wanting to shut her out. Believe me, I know the feeling.

"Am sorry" Folashade said, lowering her eyes to the ground.

"For what?" I pretended.

"For hitting you and running off like a coward" Folashade eyes gleamed with unshed tears.