The Ghostwriter and The Lone Ranger [Jay x OC]

Chapter 6: Classes and Counselling

[Tracy's P.O.V.]

I ran as fast as I could to English class.

"C'mon, just a few more classes...whew!" I sighed in relief as I arrived at the classroom on time.

"Miss Li, you're late." My teacher, Madam Jane Porter, stated.

"Sorry, Madam, I had to walk the kids to the nursery." I apologized as I bowed.

"Very well, have a seat. You can sit next to Jay." Madam Jane Porter gestured.

Oh crap! No wonder, Audrey and Lonnie were hogging my regular spot. Thanks a lot sis!

"Tracy, may I have a word with you after class." Madam Porter called out my name.

"Someone's in trouble!" Audrey snickered. Lonnie looked calm, but she looks...concerned?

I saw Jay looking at me, as soon as we made eye contact I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Okay, teacher." I nodded as I suddenly trip over my shoelaces and fell flat on my face.

The class burst into laughter. I really hate my classmates sometimes.

"Are you alright, Trace'?" Lonnie helped me up before I pushed away my sister.

"I'm fine." I lied, shoving her away. "I'm 15 and stop treating me like I'm a kid!"

"Dad and mom put their responsibility in me to watch you two. If anything happens to you," Lonnie started nagging (in my opinion)

"But I'm in charge of who I am, okay? I can carry my own weight!" I snapped rudely before walking away.

I walked over to my new seat. Close to the transfer students. And more importantly, next to Jay.

"You fell flat, literally," he laughed.

"I'm just clumsy." I grumbled, eyeing him, before coughing out a dust bunny.

"Note to self, we need to dust this room more often than just once a week." I mentally reminded myself.

I took out my orange pencil box and my notebook, while the guy sitting next to me did nothing.

"Hey meatball with hair, start taking notes!" I nudged him.

"Whatever you say, Feisty." Jay shrugged.

I can't help but glance over at him once in a while. Jay is really cool when he's focused...

Wait, what?! Ew, I can't be thinking stuff like mushy romance!

The rest of the lesson goes on and on about Madam Porter telling us to read a book and write a book report.

"Okay class, remember to hand in your book report by the end of the week, dismissed." Madam Porter said as class ended.

I grabbed my bag and dragged myself out to Madam Porter's desk.

"Oh, and Fairy Godmother wishes to speak to both you and your brother at 11am later today." My teacher added.

Wait, isn't that when the 4 students have their Remedial Goodness 101?

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I walked directly to the next class, which would be so soul-tormenting that it made Victor Krane sound like a bunny.

You know what's worse than dressing up in pink and ribbons? The teacher who's teaching us.

Oh you know that creepy man-sounding matchmaker who said my mom would never get married, or my uncle Yao, uncle Lim and uncle Chein Po that they won't ended up married? Yeah, she's the teacher!