That One Girl

Chapter #5 (His Ways) Part 3

Noah kissed my forehead. I didn't know why. but I have to forgive Noah, he knows how to win me back. He gave me a last caress on the cheek and walked away. I blushed and dreamt.

It hit me suddenly, I remember I had class still. I looked around frantically and then going towards the direction to the class.

Round past the corner and into the long corridor, I entered my class on the third room to the left.

I walked in and quickly walked towards my desk and sat next to Wyatt.

   "So how was it?" Wyatt asked while giving me a smirk.

   "Ungh, are you for real?" I laughed. "It was.. uhh.. okay. I forgive him."

I looked at Wyatt as he gazed at me. I pointed my eyes downwards to my pocket and pulled out one of the tickets to the Harp concert that Noah gave me.

   "No way.. He's that rich to bring both of yourselves to that expensive concert?" he asked abruptly.

   "He said he has his ways. But I'm just looking forward to this concert. It'll be perfect." I responded.

   "His—" Wyatt stopped as the teacher screamed.

   "FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. MR. & MRS. CHESTERFIELD." the teacher scuffed. "Would you like to share something with the class?"

Chesterfield is Wyatt's last name. "Sir, we are not married. And no. Sorry about that." Wyatt replied to him.

   "Would you both kindly be quiet now? Please. Focus." the teacher added.

I glanced around the room, every eyes was aiming at us. I smirked in disgust and turned to the front.

Wyatt took out a piece of paper and wrote something down. He slid the paper on the table surface towards me.

I gazed at the paper and saw the words written: "His ways? What ways?".

I took out a pen and positioned my hand, thinking of what to reply.

"It's nothing, he didn't tell me either. Sorry. We'll talk later, a'ight?" I wrote.

I passed him the paper and took a look at it. He turned to me and nodded.

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   "Well that was boring." Wyatt told me.

   "You most definitely had to say it, didn't you?" I giggled.

Wyatt was sitting on the lab table as I was having a pleasant conversation with him. It didn't seem that bad.

   "I don't get why Mr. Bromley teaches us Chemistry, yet a substitute for a Math teacher.." he added.

   "Weird, right?" I said.

   "Diane, Wyatt! Look here and smile!" someone called for us.

We looked to our left and there was Yvonne, positioning herself to take a photo of us using her retro polaroid. As soon as we turned our heads, Yvonne snapped a picture of us. The film came out and she took it and shook it.

   "Here you go, Diane." she said as she passed me the film.

   "Well, thanks Yvonne." I smiled.

Wyatt glanced at me, weirdly.

   "W-what?" I asked, giving those "unsured" face.

For a brief second, we burst out laughing.