Thin Line

4. Not with those social skills

I walked into class on Thursday and took a seat in the same spot I had last class. The class began and Hunter was nowhere to be seen. I put off starting the work for another few minutes. Maybe he was just late again.

20 minutes had passed when I finally decided to get to work, I don't think he planned on coming today.

I tried to organise the work into different sections, and make a rough plan on how to complete each section.

I felt like I was already being played. And that annoyed me.

I had too many things to do for school as it was, now I would have to take on this entire thing on my own.

I couldn't help but think that the only reason he had spoken up in the first place, was because he knew he could get away with doing nothing. Just like he got away with taking that phone charger last week.

Did he honestly think that I was going to sit quietly while he did whatever he pleased? That's not how it works. I don't care how good looking he is, and how much his reputation precedes him.

We weren't young kids anymore, and I was definitely not going to let him silently bully me into being his little pawn in the chess game that was apparently his life.

My hand shot up instantly, upon seeing my hand raised, the teacher made her way towards me. I really need to learn her name.

"Yes? What can I help you with?" She asked, standing in front of my desk.

"I was just" wait, was this a good idea?

I tried again, "I was just wondering if" what if he finds out and gets pissed?

She looked at me impatiently, "You were just wondering what?"

I sighed defeatedly, "I was just wondering whether I could go to the bathroom?"

She cocked her head to a side, probably confused as to why I took so long to ask her that, "Yeah go."

I was sort of relieved that I asked her to go to the bathroom because it turns out, I needed to go.

I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands, I didn't want to jinx it but the toilets this year had been surprisingly clean. As clean as it could be for a public school.

I looked in the mirror and noticed how horrible I was already looking, and it was only halfway through the day. I put my hair up in a ponytail so I could wash my face.

I missed the days where I had the energy to wake up and actually apply makeup. And I envied the girls that still had that energy.

I had grown a strong liking towards makeup when I started high school, it started off with me just trying to cover my acne and then before I knew it, I was spending serious cash on products left right and centre, and spending nights trying to replicate photos I saw on Instagram. I got really good at it too.

But then last year I slowly stopped wearing a lot of it, and I even gave up on just mascara. It had nothing to do with a newfound confidence and natural beauty, just that once I got comfortable with not wearing it in any setting, it became a huge effort to apply it.

I was taking my time to slowly walk back to class, it was unlikely that I would've got anymore work done anyways.

"Why the fuck did you put it there? You idiot." A voice boomed, catching me off guard.

I noticed that voice, or at least I think I did. I hadn't heard him speak in that tone before.

I slightly poked my head around the corner to confirm my suspicions.