Hard girl [Unfinished Yet]

Chapter 4

I'm seated in class bored as hell waiting for the Economics teacher who is taking forever to come. Melissa is not with me as she is attending her geography class, leaving me lonely with no one to confide in.
Luckily the new mysterious boy who nags me doesn't study this Economics since his subjects of choice are Physics, Art, and Maths.

I put my headsets on and get lost in music to pass the time.

The teacher enters and I don't realize as I am buried deep in my music world. I start singing loudly along to the song playing loudly with my eyes shut, oblivious of what is going on around me.

"Keizy", someone calls me.

"Keizy", the second time.

"Keizy", the third time but I can't hear a thing. Suddenly my headsets are snatched off my head. I tilt my head upward to see who has the audacity to interrupt my pleasure and behold, it's none other than Ma'am Sheilla herself! Our Economics teacher.

My eyes rip out in shock as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"If you wanted to be a musician, why did you waste your time coming to school?" She yells.

"Ooh I'm actually doing you a favor ." I smirk.

"How?!" She snaps.

"I am just helping you to earn a living."

"If I decided not to come, you would lack what to eat."

The rest of the class snicker. She then becomes furious.

"Well, detention awaits you clingy toddler." She shouts in fury with her teeth gritting.

I smirk at her to show her that I meant what I just said.

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I find myself in detention room where no body speaks and everything is as silent as a grave. Someone tosses a pen lid straight to my back. I turn back in fury looking for the one who has the temerity to provoke me at this juncture. It's none other than the new nagging idiot that I quarreled with at the first sight.

"Kefa!"I yell in shock.

"Oooh look what we've got here." he grins.

"What are you doing here?", I inquire with my eyes rolling.

"Ugh...It's me doing the questioning here, what are you doing here miss attitude." He retorts.

"None of your business." I reply impatiently.

"Well it seems we have a lot in common." He teases.

"Never in your wildest dreams...because you...you're evil like the devil himself." I yell.

He chuckles. "Looks like you are my guest today in hell."

My phone rings and I pick the call.

"Where are you, Keizy?"
"You have taken long today!"

Ooops,it's Dad!I don't know what to tell him.
He will be upset with me if he finds out that I am in detention. My mind rushing to and fro, looking for what to say.

"Dad I am at the mall, I had to do some shopping before coming home." I lie to him.

"How comes you didn't inform me?" he asks worryingly.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"I will be home shortly, don't worry."I add.

"But your bike is home, how did it get here ?"

" A friend gave me a ride." I reply shakingly.

"Keizy, it seems you're hiding something from me?" and the line goes off.