margaux ▶ the lost series #1

margaux ▶ chapter two

margaux ▶ chapter two

12th September, 2018 ; Laurent Croft

The bell finally rang signaling the first subject of the day, and I rushed out of the math club room with James and Ethan. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration as I walked towards English class with these two idiots.

Students were scattering and rushing inside their own classrooms, but we three just calmly walked towards our first subject. We won't get anything from running with the others anyway.

"You know, we're probably late already," Ethan said, running his hands through his brown hair. James just chuckled, before opening the door to our designated room.

His chuckling then stopped once we saw Mrs. Grindly staring at us with a stern expression across her face and the rest of our classmates stifling their laughter.

I just rolled my eyes, before I saw down on my seat beside her very own desk. Apparently, she made me sit there every time because I was some kind of "genius delinquent". She and her words.

"So! Continuing on with what we were conversing about... welcome back Miss Finlay, tell your parents I'm happy that they are back," Mrs. Grindly said, making me roll my eyes and tap my pen against my notebook that lay open in front of me.

This Finlay people moving back sure is quite a hot topic today. I don't even know what the importance of it is, now that the students keep on gossiping about the blonde girl over the back row.

James, sitting on the second row, raised his brows at me as he grinned dorkily. He looked like some kind of damaged Chuckie doll or whatever causing me to chuckle at him.

Though, I didn't know it was that loud when the old woman stopped blabbering about her life instead of English lessons. She then turned at me looking angrily and pointed her ruler like it was a knife.

"Mr. Croft. Mind to share what you were laughing about?" She asked, and I looked around the classroom.

I saw that everyone was looking at me expectantly, but one pair of eyes caught my attention.

Margaux Finlay was also looking at me, her grey eyes piercing my soul as she dropped her gaze at me. I stared back, and she did as well. It kept on for seconds, until Mrs. Grindly slapped her ruler on my left cheek, probably leaving a red mark sooner or later.

"Mr. Croft! You may be a genius, but at least pay attention to my class!" Mrs. Grindly said, her head steaming.

I rolled my eyes. Just because I was good at mathematics doesn't mean I am good at any other subjects. That doesn't count me as a genius.

"Oh, but class hasn't started yet, Mrs. Grindly. I believe it's English class, not Grindly class," I muttered under my breath, but I felt a stinging against my right cheek, causing me to groan.

Damn, this old woman makes my mornings feel like hell everyday! I swear, I don't even do anything bad yet she acts like I killed her greasy husband of a principal.

"Detention after school, Mr. Croft!" She shrieked, and then huffed.

I just groaned, before focusing on observing my classmates instead of Grindly's life.

Jason Warner, the huge guy standing at two meters, was sitting directly in front of Mrs. Grindly and I couldn't believe my eyes. He actually listens?

Grindly's class makes me look forward to Theater & Literature class (yes, we have a separate class for that) which I found extremely boring.

Hannah Dale, the nerd with braces and thick eyeglasses kept smiling at Mrs. Grindly while nodding her head at whatever the old woman was saying.

James was fast asleep, but he hid it well with his shades. That bastard only uses his shades when he sleeps. I swear, that glasses of his was taped with black paper that's why no one notices him sleeping.

Ethan was writing down whatever it is that he was writing down, occasionally pulling his brown roots.

My eyes once again fell on someone sitting directly on Ethan's left. Margaux Finlay.

She had her arms crossed in front of her chest as she laughed at whatever Tyzel, the undeniably hot Asian girl who used to be her best friend in kindergarten and elementary.

"Ms. Finlay, is there something you want to share with us? Unless you don't, please shut your trap, thank you," Mrs. Grindly said, causing everyone to look over at Margaux.

"What did I do?" She asked, looking the old woman in the eye. Wrong move, Margaux. Grindly hates students looking her in the eye whenever she scolds them.

"I said shut up, and even if you just came back, arrange your attitude and how dare you look me in the eye?" Mrs. Grindly said, and both James and I shared a glance before stifling our laughter.

"Oh, dear. I didn't come back for a teacher who teaches about her life, not the subject she was assigned to teach," Margaux talked back, and then gave Tyzel a high five.

"Detention after class for you too, Ms. Finlay. I expected too much from you," Mrs. Grindly said, and I rolled my eyes.

And finally, for the second time of the day, the bell rang causing us to gather our things as quick as lightning and dashed out the same speed.

James, Ethan and I waited for the other students to file out, before we did. But before I could fully get out of the classroom, my eye caught Margaux again.

Her brows were furrowed, as she looked like she was trying to observe me.

Don't worry, you're a mystery to me, too, Margaux Finlay.