The Bad Boy Found A Stain Of Blood In My Bed! ☑️

IIII. Same Classes

I'm well aware that the roman numeral 4 is written IV, but IIII is an alternate and valid way and I like that one the most so don't say yOu DoN't kNoW hOw To WrItE nUmBeR 4 iN rOmAn.

I was grabbing my books that I would use for the next class, which was English. Ugh, just thinking that I'll be sharing the same classroom with the guy who hurt my feelings makes me sick! Okay, calm down, Sandra. Everything is going to be ok, as long as you take the farthest seat away from him and don't set eyes on him. Yeah, everything will be ok.

"Are you ready, girl?" Mileena asked with a creepy smirk, nudging my arm.

I sighed. "I think I am."

"Well, have fun! We'll be waiting for you at the cafeteria at lunch break, ok?"

"Ok." I replied with a small smile. She left jumping and I took another breath before making my way to the classroom.

Once I was there, I stepped inside. Luckily, the teacher wasn't here yet, so I wasn't late. I sat at the farthest seat on the right corner, like the total stereotypical nerd I am.

As time passed by, the classroom continued to fill with students who were arriving, Klinton included. Before he entered, though, I watched as that chick Vyschüshcka or whatever gave him a long kiss before letting him go. Ugh, I hate that bitch. Klinton should be mine!

Wait, why do I care? Klinton is a jerk! I definitely don't care about him. Even if he's so hot, with that amazing body, that face, that manly voice that sent shivers down my spine and made my vayjayjay tingle with-

Sandra! What are you saying?!

"Good morning, boys." The teacher saluted. Everybody greeted back at her and went silent. "I've been informed that a new student would be at this class. Has he or she arrived yet?"

I knew it was me. I raised up my hand shyly, catching the teacher's attention. "Oh is it you?" I nodded. "Stand up please, so the class can see you. Say your name, age and favorite color."

I stood up and all eyes were fixated on me. Ugh, stop looking at me! Like, haven't you ever seen a nerd girl?

"M-My name is Sandra Simmons, I'm 17... And my favorite color is brown."

Everybody scrunched up their noses in disgust. What? Brown is a nice color, I don't know why everyone relates it to shit or something.

"Um, okay, Sandra. I'm Mrs. Charlestone. You can sit back down."

I nodded and sat back on my chair. Phew, at least the introducing phase is over.

"Ok, boys, we'll be working on a very important project that you must finish by the end of the month." Mrs. Charlestone announced. "You'll be working in pairs."

Everybody started looking around for their partners, exchanging glances and nodding at each other.

"I'll be picking the pairs."

Everybody let out a growl of frustration. Well, at least I won't have to look for a partner. I'm okay with whoever I'm paired with. Except with Klinton, that is.

"Okay." She said as she put on her glasses and picked up a paper. "Firstly, Clarice, you'll be with Jounsey."

The girl who I assume was Clarice ewed in disgust.

"Secondly, Malcolm with Johanne."

"Yes!" That Malcolm yelled while a girl at the other side of the classroom rolled her eyes.

"Thirdly, Sandra with Victor."

I sighed in relief. I don't know who he is but at least it was better than being paired with Klinton.

"Oh, wait." She interrupted herself. "This wouldn't be cliché if I didn't pair the new girl with the bad boy. Ok, change of plans. Sandra, you're with Klinton."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled, causing everyone to look weirdly at me.