“Ms. Kelly Joven, do you know why I called you here?” Mr. Worthington’s authoritive voice gave my spines a chill.
Oh, godammit! Please don’t tell me he finally found out about the chilli soda explosion I caused last week! It wasn’t my fault that it almost hit Mrs. Hampshire’s left butt cheek!
If you’re wondering what’s a chilli soda explosion is, well, it’s just an expirement my friends and I made. We’re supposed to put chilli inside a can of coke and shake it until it bursts.
“Uhm, n-no sir.” I stammered. I played with my fingers that were under his desk. Sitting uncomfortably on his office chair, I nudged the side of my shirt’s hem.
He leaned on the table and intertwined his fingers together while looking at me intently. “Are you sure, Missy?” He asked.
“I-I have n-no, idea s-sir.” I tried to hide my nervousness with tapping my feet on the ground and avoiding his gaze.
He sighed then clasped his hands. “Well, then, I’ll tell you why you are here in my office.”
‘Please don’t be the chilli soda explosion, please don’t be the chilli soda explosion, please don’t be the chilli soda explosion, please don’t be the chilli so—’
“This is about your scholarship in this school.” Oh. Thank god, it wasn’t about the chilli soda explosion! I sighed in relief before slumping my back on the chair’s back rest.
“Is there any problem about my scholarship, sir? My grades aren’t low, in fact, I am again have the highest score—“Before I could continue bragging about my latest examination score, he cut me off.
“Yes, I’ve heard about you having the highest score in your examination.” He rolled his eyes at me.
‘So, what’s the problem?” I asked, crossing my legs together.
“Mr. Lerman, isn’t quite impress, and he wants to take your scholarship unless—“ I didn’t let him finish speaking. Because I started to act like a crazy retarded ass freak.
“What, why?! My scores, never did became lower than 90%! I’m always at the top of my class, I never ditched any on my classes even though history bores me all the fcking time and I haven’t done anything mischievous—well, I did had some contribution about the chilli soda explosion that happened a week ago,” Mr. Worthington raised his eyebrow “But still, that is not a very good reason for him to take my dreams—“My blurting was interrupted by an arrogant asshole who slammed the office’s door.
”What was all the fuss about?” He arrogantly asked and took the chair beside me and let his ass warmth the cold wooden chair.
I diverted my gaze to Mr. Worthington to him. “Can you not see that I am currently talking to Mr. Worthington here?” I snapped.
He raised an eyebrow at me before he made his lips curved into a wide teasing grin. “It seems like I saved Jonathan here from all your rambling, babe.”
“It’s Mr. Worthington to you, Logan.” Mr. Worthington gave him an intimidating look but the arrogant nut cracker here just waved it off.
“What the heck are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be in French class?” I asked, quite annoyed in his prescence.
His eyebrow rose up, once again. “I didn’t know you were my stalker.” He said, teasingly.
“You freaking idiot. I’m your classmate in that class of yours, you imbecile.” I spatted, before giving him the look.
