Good Boy gone Bad

In Trouble Again Zoe?

Monday, probably the worst day of the week apart from Friday that always has a habit of lasting about forever. Oh and just so we're clear it's exam week, not sure if you know but that means 5 lessons of test after test. Fun, right? No it's not.

Luckily for me I had a rather giggly classmate to keep me from going insane. Then again there's probably not a day where school doesn't drive me insane. Speaking of the devil, the boy sat next to me just started laughing.... Again, I'm kinda suffered an adrenaline rush as he dyed his hair baby pink and the teacher today practically hates everyone.

I some how had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well, which made my blood pump faster. I suddenly felt a warm wave of heat hit the back of my neck and a soothing voice accompanied it.

"Hey, Zoe. You like my hair?" it was Jimin, he knew it exhilarated me when people got into trouble and was now trying to tease me about it. He already knew he was going to get into big trouble which made me wonder if that's why he dyed it in the first place.

" you're going to get so told off Jimin, You know that?" I asked him, to see if he even had the brain cells to register the fact that he was going to be put in detention or worse, due to the colour of his hair.

Just then the teacher entered the room and I realized that one particular student wasn't here. The principles son, who everyone knew as RM wasn't in his usual space. Surely the principle wouldn't let his son be late? RM was always so punctual and often arrived early.

So where was he? As soon as the thought crossed my mind the heavy blue door if the classroom opened again and RM stepped inside. His expression was cool as he entered, almost as if nobody could touch him. White headphones were plugged into his ears and I instantly thought about what music he was listening to, opera?

RM smiled calmly at the teacher who was furious as he switched off the music and removed his headphones.

"sorry I'm late Sir. I was helping my dad with his schedule this morning." RM's voice rang out like a wind-chime, almost musical but in a deep sense.

"That's ok laddy, just take your seat." the teacher replied in an undeniably happy voice.

RM smiled and took his place at his desk, questions began to buzz around my mind about RM and his charm. I admired his confident charm and whilst in my trans, forgot about the classroom world around me.

Jimin noticed my reaction as soon as RM walked in and kicked me to get my attention. Unfortunately for me I forgot it was a test and blurted out an angry response.
" what the bloody hell was that for?"

The teacher looked up and removed his glasses. He was furious and now, noticing the colour of Jimin's hair he had met his match.

"something you want to share with the rest of the class Miss. Lea? No? And Jimin do you think that's an appropriate color to have your hair during school."

My blood began to race as my anger increased, I stood up, heart pumping. The adrenaline coursed through my vein and in a sudden burst of energy I fought back against the teacher.

" and what's it to you if he wants to have pink hair? Am I not allowed to react like a normal human being when I feel pain. Sorry sir not everyone in here is a robot like you."

Most of the class burst into laughter, Jimin stared at me clearly impressed and RM stood up, offering his support to the teacher.
" Maybe it's best I take them to see my father, don't you think Sir? "

The teacher nodded and pointed to the door, still embarrassed by my earlier remarks. I caught the eyes of a few drooling boys and threw a wink at them as I left the classroom. You could call me a flirt but honestly I just find their drooling, love struck faces amusing.

RM came out followed closely by Jimin and I noticed RM was mumbling something. Did he not like his father? Or was he playing the teacher? Suddenly as we made our way through the corridors he stopped, turned around and looked at us both in turn.
"Jimin, go somewhere else, not to the office but not class either. I'll send a letter and claim you tried to dye your hair blonde but it came out pink, OK."

I couldn't believe my ears, did RM just deceive a teacher and his own father? As RM motions for Jimin to leave I finally find the words to say something.

" Hey, Jimin. I'll see you at lunch, cafeteria. "
My voice seems strange, almost distant as I watched Jimin nod and run down the halls to find somewhere out of sight.

A hand on my shoulder awoke me from my curiosity. I almost forgot that the Golden boy of the school was standing behind me. My adrenaline built up and I turned to question him about his actions, but as soon as I met his gaze, the only thing I could do was blush.

"I don't agree with Sir's actions to detention you due to reactions to pain. I find it unfair and Inhumane that he would expect there not to be a reaction from pain. By the way, what caused your sudden pain?"

I was still so lost in shock and embarrassment that I didn't hear what he asked and almost bumped into him when he stopped. He looked at me quizzically," Zoe?"

" Yes? " I replied automatically not really knowing the reason for his quizzical looks.

RM's eyes softened their gaze on me as he asked again, his hand ever-present on my shoulder.
"Are you OK? What caused your outcry of pain?"

I giggled at the scenario that had occurred and shook RM's hand off my shoulders. "look it doesn't matter, It was just Jimin fooling around."

RM nodded as if he understood which I doubted he didn't. Then as I glanced at the smartly dressed golden boy of the school, I felt a funny feeling in my stomach that made me feel shy and sick.

Something changed inside me then and my vision got all blurred, I felt as though I was falling and it was getting harder for me to see. Seeing my state RM's hand came underneath me and lifted me up from what I suppose must have been the floor. suddenly we were moving my vision getting cloudier and blurrier by the second, my last image was the side profile of RM's face, panic in his eyes.

Unconsciousness enveloped me. That's when I knew my illness was affecting me. That's when I knew, I was in trouble again.