YOU.

Hallways

Remember that [yn] is your name, [yln] is your last name and {cn} is crush's name.
★Happy Reading★

"[yn]!" Mr. Briar shouts from his desk.

"Yes sir?" I reply meekly, just after shoving my graphic novel into my bag.

"[yn], please come here. I need a favor of you."

My eyes sweep across the room. Every single person has their eyes focused on me.

Nosey bastards.

I stand up, and walk as quickly as I can to his desk. I hate anything that brings unwanted attention to me.

This includes sharpening my pencil, asking to use the restroom, going to the restroom, coughing, blowing my nose, answering questions, presenting projects, walking in general, and of course, teachers calling me to their desks.

In other words, everything!

"Ooooooo", I hear from the back of the room.

Annoying, nosey bastards.

"Shut up!"

I recognize that voice. It's my friend, {cn}. I give him/her a grateful smile; (s)he knows that I hate attention.

I stand awkwardly in front of Mr. Briar's desk.

"Sir-"

"Just a moment!" He interrupts me before I can ask what he wants.

I clamp my mouth shut. The last thing I want is to anger him; he's known to be what some would  a complete and total bitch to his students.

But that's just the opinion of about 800 students.   :)

The longer I stand, the more self-conscious I am. My back is to the class which somehow makes it worse! Are they all staring at me? Do I stand weird? Do I look as uncomfortable as I feel?

I try to uncross my arms, but now I don't know what to do with my arms. I shove them in my pockets, but I feel that's too rude. I stand with my arms behind my back, but that feels aggressive. I awkwardly let my arms dangle at my sides, but that's too...awkward.

Finally, he saves me from the hell I'm putting myself through.

"Sorry about that, [yn]. I just really needed to read and respond to that email."

I hope he didn't notice my eye twitch.

He literally could've answered the email and then called me to his desk, I can't help but think.

Mr. Briar continues, "Anyhoos, I just need you to run a few errands for me."

As he goes on to explain where and who I need to go to, my tummy starts to turn. Even though I've gone to this high school since freshman year, I have no idea where most of these places are.

"Um...Mr. Briar?" I mumble when he's finished.

"Yes, Miss/Mister [yln]?"