Blindly

1 - The best and the worst

2 MONTHS AGO...

-Can everybody take your sits, please?- Miss Anderson asks trying to be listened through the voices from the rest of the students.

slowly the voices and the noise stops.

-All right. As you might know, last week your parents receive the grades from last semester. A couple of you passed, but also a couple of you failed. There's only 2 months left before your precious Prom dance. And I bet all of you want to be there. Am I right?

I never really understand the point of Prom Dance. We're all leaving anyway, well I guess that besides sex after the party and the drinks, there might be something cool about it. If I went to prom I would love to go with a good date. Yes. Someone like Bridget.

Bridget Fletcher, my 7th grade crush. She still is. There's something in that girl, I mean besides the spectacular goddess body of hers, there's something in her that I have never seen in some other girl.

Last year when I was dating Sarah I couldn't help it, everytime Sarah kissed me I was picturing Bridget, Yes I know, not very loyal. We didn't last anyway.

-right Mr. Sanders?- the teacher interrupt my thoughts

-Sorry what?- I ask a little unberssed and worry

 -I was telling your classmates that they should try to get the amazing grades you get this semester- she tell me with a proud smile in her face.

Damn I'll be bullied after this. All I do is repl with a shy smile. I hear a couple of giggles and murmurs behind me but I ignore them, as always.

The rest of the class was normal. The teacher tell us something about the list of books she gave us at the beginning of the year, there were about 10 books we have to read. I finished the first month. 

The bell ring, everyone took their the backpacks and started walking toward the door.

-Miss Faulkner can you stay please. I need to talk to you  - I heard Mrs Anderson say. 

When I was about to leave the room she added:

-Oh and Mr. Sanders so do you please.

What?. Why would she wanted to talk with me? She just tell me that I get the best grades of the class. I understand why she called Faulkner. I mean she's Faulkner.

Samantha Faulkner, She's very known by practically everyone in the school. VERY KNOWN. 

Yep. You could tell she's the bitch of the school, well, one of the bitches in the school,

 She is constantly sleeping around, and everyone knows that, and when you are a popular guy or even a inbetweener sometimes you take advantage of this fact. Juniors do it, Seniors totally do it, and even some Freshman try, but only a couple are lucky enough.I'm not gonna lie, she so hot. 

 just like the girl every guy dreams of. Pale face. Brown dark hair that makes her deep blue eyes look even lighter. Pink thin lips, and let's not even talk about her body. A pure sylph. She really knows how to dress to highlight her best attributes. 

-So..-Mrs Anderson say interrupting my thoughts- I ask you guys to stay because of you Miss Faulkner- she had giving her a strict fake smile

-Me?- Samantha asks surprised

Why the hell was she so surprised? we're obviously not reunited here because of me.

-Yes you.- Mrs Anderson say blinking fast showing her annoyance.- Your grades are the worst of the class, I would dare to say the worst grades of the semester. And if they don't get better in this 2 months left you won't graduate.

-I...I don't understand. What does this have to do with me?- I ask a little nervous

-You'll see Mr. Sanders. As I said earlier this morning, you get the best grades, so I thought- She said. I have a bad feeling about this so far- What if I unite the best with the worst? - the teacher said raising her hands in the air referring to us. Both of us turned around to see each other.

-I don't get it - I said hoping I understood all wrong 

-I mean that I want you -she answer pointing me- to be her mentor.

-Hell no - Samantha finally talk

-It's not an option Samantha- the teacher told her- 

Is it an option for me? my subconscious asks but my mouth doesn't move.

- I refuse to spend the next 2 months next to him, teaching me what you should teach me better.

-Teach you better?- Mrs. Anderson said indignant- you didn't even came to class Samantha!

-I said no fucking way- the f word in front of a teacher, damn she's mad 

-watch your mouth young lady! and I told you it is not an option, You are going - she raised her voice

-bitch - Samantha said between her teeth crossing her arms

-Excuse me?- Mrs Anderson said. Her eyes wide open

Oh God.  I feel the need to say something before this turns even worse

-But... where should I teach her? I mean, the school is closed on weekends and there's no time during the week, so?- Is the best thing I can come up with 

-Well maybe you can manage to meet somewhere where you can study, or even in the house of the other if that's ok?

Yeah sure. Samantha coming to my house, I really doubt she'd like that. 

-Is it something else you would like to discuss about this?

EVERYTHING! my subconscious is yelling. 

-Well then that's it. It's done. I leave you in good hands Miss Faulkner- she smiles,  teasing her even more 

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