My Teacher is a Rockstar

Hypocrite!

"So you finally decided to come huh? Miss Graham?"

"How'd you know my name?" I asked skeptically. So he did know me before. Now how am I gonna survive high school with someone bullying me? A teacher at that.

"Uhhh.. My class record?" He replied with a 'what do you think look'. Okay that was obvious, but i still doubt it.

"You can sit anywhere you like. Just don't do anything. Just sit." He gestured his hand to the rows of chair while heading to the desk. Oh how I wish I could cut that pretty arm of his.

"Pulling on a random seat, it made a screeching sound. Thinking that it got him annoyed, I glanced up at him and saw him unfazed, so I just sat grumpily. After a minute or two, I got bored so I tried to open my mouth. "How am I gonna survive detention if I've got nothing to do?"

"That's your problem." He said taking out his phone and began typing.

"And you get to do anything while I bore myself to death here? Talk about equality." I said sarcastically. He's really getting on my nerves more now.

"Well who's the one who disrespected who again?"

"I told you it wasn't intentional!" I said a little too loudly for manners. Well who cares anymore? I'm in detention now anyways.

"You're doing it again!" A finger accusingly pointing at me. I swear if he points that finger at me again I'll bite it off.

"Well it's not fair that I'm the only one suffering! Can I atleast sleep it off?"

"A good idea but still no is a no."

"Then can you at least let me draw? Just to be occupied while I wait myself out?"

"I guess it's okay."

"Finally" I sighed to myself while taking a small sketch pad out. At least I got to enjoy something in this hell hole.

"Wouldn't it be better if you did your assignment than to doodle your notebook full?" Can't he just mind his own business even for once? Oh how I wanted to say that to his face.

"First of all, this ain't a notebook. It's a sketch pad. Secondly, I, currently don't have any homework to do. If i did, I'd rather do it alone in my house since I can't concentrate when I'm in front of something unpleasant. And lastly, I'm not doodling, I'm drawing." I said halting what I was doing. When he was about to have a comeback, a phone call began from him so he went out. He didn't even said excuse me, talk about manners. What a hypocrite.

After a minute of peace, a door suddenly bursted making me draw something unwanted right at the middle at what I'm drawing. How am I suppose to erase that now? And to think it was a nice one too. What a waste.

"Miss Graham, I'm afraid to tell you but you're free." He paused. "For now."

He started fixing his things and so did I. When we both finished, i frowned.

"Why the face? Don't tell me you actually want to finish your detention?" A hint of mockery in his voice.

I frowned again. Seriously? He's the one who kept on nagging me and then bail's out in the end? This man needs serious attention. I think he's head's broken. Bumping into his shoulder intentionally, i spedwalk outside the room.

"Hypocrite! " i said making sure that he heard it.

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"Why did you just call now?!" I shouted at the other line of my phone, a few passerby's glancing at me for my sudden outburst.

'I know, I'm sorry.'

"Don't you know how worried sick we were? For God's sake Emily!" I rarely call her by her full name, if I did, it means I'm serious.

'I know. That's why I'm apologizing. Listen, I'm here to fix this up.'

"Fix this up? FIX THIS UP?! How are you gonna fix this up? Can you go back time and make things right? You can't! Never will!" From few, now everybody in the area is staring at me. Was this the first time they heard someone shouting? Sigh, people....

'Please Els, trust me. Just this once. I know what I did, and i know I cant change anything now,  that's why I'm going to fix it. For you, and for mom.'

"I-no, it was just all too sudden. I'm sorry for suddenly bursting like that."

Shout's then erupted on the other line. Don't tell me she's... "Are you partying? To think I -"

'You're wrong! I'm not. You see I-no, it's better if you see it for yourself. I'll text you the address, we're next.  Bye!'

And there goes the line. She hung up on me. I was about to put my phone inside my pocket not until it vibrated indicating a message. "Well that was fast."

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