No good. (BWWM) *CONTINUED*

1.

Taylor's POV

Murmurs of separate conversations played through the classroom. Though we were given the time to finish our work, no one jumped at the opportunity, with the exception of me. "Need I remind you all of the work to be done in front of you?" Mr. Fletcher asked. The class continued to speak over him. "Alright," he stood from behind his desk. "I would like this packet completed tonight, seeing as your test is now moved to tomorrow." My peers quickly grew quiet.

The silence only broke when a boy, one year my senior, spoke up to protest Mr. Fletcher's decision. He wore a black sweater with the drawstring hood pulled over his head. "We've only just started this unit. We haven't even been in school for a month." He seethed. His face was construed in a confused manner.

"Well Trevor," He started, "You should have no problem with the material, seeing as this will be our second year together." It was hard to make out the expression plastered on Mr. Fletcher's face. A kind of teasing smile lined his lips crossed with the infamous I'm-waiting teacher face. The class remained silent for a second more before it erupted in a roar of laughter. I saw Mr. Fletcher trying to fight off a chuckle, which came out despite his attempt to keep it in. Trevor's medium brown eyes widened and swept over the line of students to the left and right of him before staring down at his lap. The few visible locs that poked out from under his hood fell in his face as he sunk into his seat and tugged the strings to tighten the hood around his face; a shelter from the embarrassment.

"You're really wrong for that Mr. Fletcher!" A girl in my grade seated toward the back of the classroom called out Mr. Fletcher on his humiliating joke, while laughing at it herself.

"Yo, you really wild bruh!" Another student addressed Mr. Fletcher.

"Alright, alright." He motioned the class to calm down. "We won't be having an assessment on this material until next week, so have this done by then." The bell rang and my classmates said goodbye to Mr. Fletcher; some even gave him fist bumps and high fives. The residual laughter from the end of class followed the students out of the room. "Taylor. Would you mind hanging back for a second?" Mr. Fletcher called to me before I could leave. He was gathering the things scattered across his desk.

I stopped in my tracks and turned away from the door and turned faced the direction of his desk. "Sure." I frowned.

"I know you've got somewhere to be, so would you mind meeting my in my office later today if you have the time?" He scooped up the papers and hugged the pile to his chest with one arm. Mr. Fletcher was a short, stalky thin man. His short gray thinning hair accompanied by an equally gray, and not to mention, impressive mustache. I didn't know anyone who hated him.

"Yeah, of course." I decided "Is lunch a good time?"

"Yes." He said sounding more like he was verifying this for himself more than for me. "I'll fill you in when you stop by." He smiled. "See you then." With that, he left.

Walking through the busy hall felt a little lonely. Ironic, I know, but seeing as my best and only friend wasn't there to accompany me, validates that feeling. I felt a tug on my bag and like magic, Jade appeared bedside me.

"Hey you." She smiled at me before nudging me with her shoulder.

Jade and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember; and our parents, for even longer. If there was such a thing closer than the bond an identical twin shared with her sister, we would be it. We were inseparable from our early stages of infancy and beyond, making it hell for our parents. I may never know why, but for some reason I was the little girl who was constantly picked on. It was like having the words "Bully me" written across my back. Though she looked like a sweet little thing way back when, Jade was anything but when it came to me. She was never one to resort to violence, no. Let's just say she had a way with words. It took few for her to send kids running across the playground with tears and snot streaming down their faces. After that, the harassment stopped. She was constantly looking out for me. I would always be eternally grateful for that.