Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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"Miss Evans, since you're quite the chatterbox this afternoon. Mind telling the class what the five major perspectives in Psychology are and explaining them in detail?" Mr Thompson raised his eyebrows expectantly, tapping his foot impatiently on the tiled floor.
"No, I can't sir," I mumbled annoyed.
"Didn't think so. Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like to get back to my lesson if that's okay with you." He continued teaching after looking at me for a few more seconds.
I wasn't even talking for Christ's sake.
It was Mason, Isaac and Xavier. I was just telling them to shut up before Mr Thompson catches them and gives them detention. It's not the first time that's happened.
And I definitely know better than to argue back with him; that'll only end up with me getting into more trouble for something I didn't do and trying to explain it.
I put my head down on my desk, annoyed with how today has turned out. Thank God it's Friday!
First, I woke up late and rushed out of the house in black track pants and a white sweatshirt, my hair a mess of tangles. My hair elastic actually got stuck and ended up having to cut it out once I got to school. That is after I ran all the way to school.
I brought I whole new level of meaning to a hot mess this morning. Not only was I very poorly dressed and sweaty from running just to make first period, but I managed to spill my hot chocolate on myself.
However, Xavier was nice enough to lend me his hoodie to wear over the top of my soiled shirt.
Suffice to say that I wasn't having the best of days, with that only being the tip of the iceberg.
A note landed on my desk and I turned to look at Xavier who had passed it to me; his eyes flicking between me and the piece of folded paper.
I unfolded the paper making sure to hide it amongst my other papers so Mr Thompson wouldn't notice.
'Sorry u got in trouble :/'
The words were scrawled down in a hurry
'Don't worry about it.'
I wrote down and handed the paper back to him, wary of Mr Thompson's whereabouts.
'You ok? U seem off today?'
'Yeah thx. Just been a rough day.
Nothing to worry about :)
I handed the paper back again. Sparing Xavier a quick glance; I turned to see he was already looking at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
A warmth igniting inside me, heat creeping onto my cheeks from the intensity his dark brown orbs exuded.
