Apprehension

Frustrated Teachers

This an eye I drew in ms paint

Enjoy!

After Miss Bell left, Wilbur came striding in. Hair as neat as ever. He seemed irritated by something, huffing as he arrived to the desk and practically threw his books down.

An irritated teacher, meant a bad day of class, so you prepared for the worst.

Wilbur jostled about for a moment, organizing his books and papers, before wandering back to the doorway and picking up all the homework papers. Flipping through them and calling names, he seemed pleased that everyone was there, yet still, the dip in his eyebrows was rather noticeable.

Endre didn't have anything to comment this time around, and quite frankly, neither did you.

Wilbur said the page number to our textbook, taught our lesson, assigned us homework, and all was normal, but five minutes into our homework, the school phone on his desk rang rather abruptly. You paused your math problem, glancing up at the teacher. He grabbed the phone in annoyance, jerking it to his ear and blankly saying a 'hello.'

Glancing around the room, you eyed the other students, none of which even bothered to look at Wilbur.

Muttering came from the other side of the phone- something you couldn't make out- before Wilbur spoke again, "Yes- He keeps skipping his classes." He sounded very angry.

More muttering from the phone.

"No- I didn't see him in class- What part of he keeps skipping did you not understand!"

It went on like that for a few more minutes, angry talk from Wilbur, and muttering from the other side of the phone.

"Yes. Yes. I can't promise, but I'll try." With that, he hung up the phone, heaving a sigh and throwing his straight posture out the window as he slouched downward.

Noticing he was done, you stopped watching, instead looking back to your work. Still on problem five. Great.

Looking at the disgusting thing called homework, you pulled a face, glancing to your right to see Endre almost done with his.

You didn't care about homework. You were more interested in what that phone call was about.

A faint grin came to mind, the green dyed hair that came with it fitting rather perfectly with all the context clues given. Skips class, frustrating to deal with, hard to spot- why, all of this sounds like that dude that called you a noob. Cr- creet? Was it Creet? Or was it Creed.

You couldn't decipher, cursing how bad you were at placing names to faces.

You just remember what he looked like, and that cocky grin that all but said 'I win in everything I do.'

You could see why Wilbur was frustrated.

Humming, you moved on from that thought, refocusing on your work.

When the bell rang for the next class change, you were on your eleventh problem, and had to rather abruptly put everything away when Whitney came tumbling in. She looked even more a mess then the first time you met her, green eyes weary, and dark brown hair flung every which way.

Science- you remembered- was actually relatively interesting, so you hoped Whitney would suck up her bad mood to be nice to your class.

Thankfully, she did suck it up, waving to the class and saying her friendly but tired hello.

You merely glanced at her clothes, purple and black fabric disheveled beyond belief.

She let us off with no assignment- simply reading and analyzing the next few pages in our books.

Endre was bored with this class. You could only tell because he slid a note to you, asking if you thought it was funny that Whitney kept looking more and more lost the more class went on.

Yes, you did find it a bit funny that a teacher could be that lost, and again, when the phone rang, a rather in depth conversation between Whitney and what you could assume was the principle ensued.

That little imp of a person was running amuck with all the teachers.

Nevertheless, you bid your time solving math problems, merely peeking on Endre's side of the table to see that he was finished with everything already. Must be a pleasant accomplishment.

Sighing you kept working on problem twelve.

The next class was gym, which was an awful thought of and by itself. Helplessly, you could only stare at the clock, wishing it would stop and prolong the inevitable sweaty mess you'd become.

Alas, the clock kept ticking, and eventually, the bell rang. Blaring and loud as ever.

People began filing out, leaving their books behind.

You followed Endre for a bit, keeping closer to the more familiar person naturally. Eventually though, the two groups split, boys heading to their own changing room, and girls theirs.

Moseying along at the back of the herd, you made your way to your locker, opening it and changing as fast as you could.

Once more, you were lucky no one could see you.

While waiting for the rest of the girls to finish, you perched yourself on a bench, keeping your head down to avoid making eye contact with anyone who was still changing. A small tap on your shoulder caught your attention, and you lifted your head to be greeted by another girls smile.

She looked strikingly familiar, with perfectly tanned skin, and almost silvery hair. Like Wolf. She must be his sister. Or at least one of them, because apparently he has a lot of siblings.

She waved her hand, cheerfully stating a "Hey!"

You reciprocated her, waving, smiling, and saying hey.

"Your Alex's friend, right? Alexander? My brother?"

You nodded, "Yeah- we chill."

Nodding her head, she made a noise of acknowledgment, "Ah- just had to be sure."

Her brown eyes did a once over of your form before she continued, "Names Carly, Carly Wolf."

You looked at her extended hand, hesitantly placing your hand in hers, "Uh- (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)."

Without much more to say, she smiled, said it was nice to meet you, and wandered back off to her friends to chat.

You sat there awkwardly as she left, not really sure if it was appropriate to follow her back to keep chatting.

All things considered, most girls were almost done, and everyone began heading towards the gym.

This time you knew your way a little better, taking your path near the front of the group.

Entering the gym, the boys were already there again. Endre stuck our like a sore thumb as always.

Wolf, just as last time, waved rapidly at you, and this time you responded with just as much enthusiasm.

People stared. As always.

Godfrey sashayed his way in, buff body a staple to his health moral.

A shrill squeak of his whistle and people began to line up, one after another.

You just knew this would suck.

Not much is goin on in this chappie, and most of it is just building up to something else, so thanks foe stickin through with it- if you did get to this part

Anyways, just a refresher, Wilbur is the wither skeleton, Whitney is the Witch, and Godfrey is the Iron Golem.

You've also met another WOLF, Carly, who is your best fran's sista. Believe me, there are a lot of wolves, and most of them are either decently nice, or a total ass.