Unknown Identity

Chapter Nine

He could've come up with something better. Brooke Mitchell. Brooke Wilson. Brooke Swanson even! Once I remember my name, I'm going to have my ID changed. Or better yet, enrol in another school.

I tailed after him out of the office and into another open hallway, ignoring side-whispers as we passed by. Based on my observation, nobody can study here if they're not wearing designer clothes.

The bell startled me. The sound of the bell was harmonious kind of chiming as though it blends with the serene surrounding.

We enter a walled hallway, and I took the chance. His hand was already on the silver lever of the door knob. I stopped him just in time by swerving right in front of him.

He raised his brows nonchalantly. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

I frowned. My thoughts veered off from throwing a tantrum about my horrible name to what he just said. "What?"

He withdrew his hand and crossed it against his chest. "Usually, when a girl swerves right in front of me in a close distance, they want me to kiss them. It usually happens in a bar, or after a basketball game, or anytime of the day or, in your case, now-"

"I don't want you to kiss me!" I cut him off, returning to my boiling temper.

"Hey!" a man in suit, approximately in his fifties, shouted from the open hall. He was marching fast towards us. "Get to class!"

"Mind your own business, Heathcliff!"

My eyes widen in surprise at his attitude towards the old chap.

"Stupid Dean," he muttered.

I looked at the Dean, still haven't moved on with my shocked look and Mr. Heathcliff seemed to realize who he was scolding.

"S-Sir Elliot, it's you!" he stammered then, he bowed repeatedly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll go now. Please don't fire me," Mr. Heathcliff said before turning the other way.

"You Pigheaded Baboon!" I screamed at him. And I don't care if anybody inside the classrooms hears it. "Why did you do that?!"

"He's too nosy to be a Dean."

"Well, the bell rang and we're already late! It's just right that he should reprimand us!"

Oh no. There's that look again.

"We're not in high school anymore! We're in college! Nobody cares if you're absent or not! Everyone has their own schedule!"

I notice that this seems to be the only floor where classes are going on. Students seem to roam around freely and I noticed someone from the lower balcony from the other building watching us and holding a tiny black thing.

I returned my attention to him.

"Well, I don't want to kiss you and I don't care about the Dean!" I shouted at him. "Brooke Pearson?! Seriously?!"

His face remained serious for 2 seconds more before breaking into a fit of laughter. Well, at least somebody seems to be happy about it.

"It's not funny!" I said, pushing him away as hard as I could, but he only took a light step back. I should seriously go to the gym and work out so I can push a Pigheaded Baboon to the other wall.

"We should get inside. We'll be marked absent."

"I thought you said we're in college and it doesn't matter?"

"Not good for the record," he said. His laughter has been minimized into chuckles.

He opened the door behind me and gave a way for me to go in first. He's not so bad. He's actually a gentleman if you don't get on his wrong side...I guess.

Everyone turned to me as if I killed someone.

"She's new," I heard Elliot whisper to the stick-thin professor (he's a guy in his mid-thirties with curly hair and black-rimmed glasses wearing the cliché male professor outfit: sky blue long-sleeved button-down shirt, which looked like 2 sizes too big for him, black slacks and leather shoes. And I have made up my mind to call him Professor Stickman) who has stopped mid-lesson.

"Oh," Professor Stickman said. "I didn't know Stonebridge accept newbie."

"They don't," I answered grimly.

"Oh!" Professor Stickman got my point. He must know about Elliot's spell. He brightened up. "Please do introduce yourself to the class."

I give Elliot a pleading look who has already found a seat at the back of the class (the classroom has broad, wooden stairways at the center and at the sides that lead all the way to the back. Movie theatre style). He has a smug smile on like he was enjoying the show.

"She doesn't like speaking in public," Elliot said, still with a teasing smile on.

"Oh!" Professor Stickman reacted to Elliot's words as though he was going to get fired if he doesn't get me a seat immediately. "Why don't you sit over there?" he pointed at an empty seat somewhere in the middle of the class. I hand him my class card.

I just noticed two guy nerds (yep, the typical ones) ogling at me and a lady nerd (nope, no pigtails and plaid skirts. She would actually look hot if she would lose the glasses and wear my jumpsuit, plus a bit of eye makeup) rolling her eyes at me. She probably think I'm one of those b*tches at the back who gets laid every week with Elliot.

Ew.

Now that I said it in my head, I could actually imagine Elliot with different girls. So not my type of guy.

Why am I even thinking about Elliot with other girls? I don't care.

"I want her to sit here," Elliot's voice was like a knife slicing through the silence.

My head jolted up to him. My eyes must've looked like they were ready to gouge out, but I immediately recover when I saw that the seat that he was pointing was already occupied by a kinky-clothed girl (black tank top showing slight of her cleavage, nose piercing, three piercings on her left ear cartilage).

"I'll be fine right here," I said as I hurriedly move to the empty seat that Professor Stickman referred me to.

"Get out of that seat," Elliot commanded Kinky Girl.

Kinky Girl gave him a bad eye before standing up and leaving the seat. She grabbed her bag that was hanging from the back of her seat and was heading down towards me.

She placed her things on my desk and said, "Get moving. Don't humiliate yourself." She gave me a sympathetic smile.

I exhaled heavily. "Do I really have to do this?" I whispered back to her.

"I'm waiting!" Elliot called out and I cringed.

Kinky Girl tilted her head to Elliot. "You heard the man," she said bluntly.

"My name is Brooke," I said, giving her a smile.

"Brandy," she said before sinking into (supposedly) my seat.

I march up to the now-empty seat beside Elliot and glared at him. He looked pretty satisfied.

"All settled, then!" Professor Stickman said, breaking the tense spell in the air. "By the way, I'm Professor Tickman."

I covered my mouth and stopped myself from laughing.

"I knew you'd do that," Elliot mumbled to me.

I looked at him and I immediately knew that we shared a private joke.