Blue on brown (edited)

Chapter 2~

School itself is very boring. Tulip is my only source of sanity, especially when it comes to wood work. We have bonded over the hate for that class. In fact that is how I met Tulip, on the first day we both had to clean up after the teacher, Mr Watson. As soon as he left us for five minutes we both started cursing and making fun of him. We have been friends ever since. Funny how people can come together in spite.

Tulip was a Carmel skinned girl with black hair that was curled and flowed down to the middle of her back. Her eyes like mine were ice blue contrasting beautifully with her skin. I was honestly in awe of her looks. My hair was the same length as hers, when it was straight, basically all the time, yet when it curls I lose a good cm or 5 and never looks good.

This school was massive. Broke. But massive. Its fourth period and I'm currently already 5 minutes late to wood work. Maths let us out late and I still have no clue where I am. I have managed to find myself in the English corridor and I doubt they hold wood work here. Sticking to what was said to me when I started here, 2 months ago, I knock on a classroom door hoping a kind teacher would help me and not yell.

The door opened and a young hot male looked down at me with a questioning face. Dealing with new people wasn't a strong skill of mine. It plays out ok in my head but the reality of it usually goes as follows.

"I'm lost!" I blurt out. Face palming in my head.

"Well hi lost, I'm Mr King." He smirked like a teenager. Damn I wanted to punch him.

"I need help to get to Mr Watsons class..?" I look at him expectingly.

"Uuggh." He pulled a face, "Some luck you have lost, he's an ass."

I stifle a laugh, never expecting a teacher to call another something like that. He smiled in approval.

"Good humour, you're gonna need it, come on I'll take you."

He left his classroom and I only just realised it was empty. Mr King wrapped his arm round my shoulder and started freely talking about how bad a teacher Mr Watson was. I laughed a lot though still nervous.

"Right and that's the end of the King tour leave a good review and I'll do it again!" King joked stopping at the door of all hell, "That's if you come out alive... Welp see ya lost wouldn't wanna be ya" With that Mr King sauntered off.

"Here goes nothing!" I muttered. I was already 10 minutes late, better not keep him waiting any longer.

"Miss Hunter!" Mr Watson cried as I tried, but failed to sneak in, " Nice of you to join us!"

I always hated when people say that.

"Glad someone thinks so." I subconsciously whisper under my breath.

"What?! did you just say to me?!" Watson somewhat screeched.

Shit. Over dramatic much? 

Kill me mother.

"Nothing sir. Sorry sir." I hastily reply plonking onto my seat as well.

He then continues to mutter on about whatever he was saying.

I look over to Tulip and mouth to her.