I'm sitting at my makeup table painting my nails. I'm twenty minutes late for school but I don't care. Mr Hemmings has been a complete dick so I don't care if I'm late to his class. I place the lid back on my black nail polish and sigh. 8:55am my phone reads. I suppose I should start getting ready. I make sure my nails are dry before I get dressed. I go for a plain black skater dress and my black ankle boots. I do my makeup then brush my teeth. I decide to leave my hair out.
Before I go to school I will go and get a coffee. I walk into Gloria Jeans and order a cappuccino. By the time my coffee arrived I was forty minutes late, I know Mr Hemmings is gonna have a fit when I turn up to his class without a note explaining my absence, but I don't really give a stuff.
Ten minutes later I enter my class.
"Ah, Miss Loring, it's nice of you to finally join the class," he said, his face showing no emotion. How dare he be so attractive and such an arsehole at the same time. "Could you please explain why you are fifty three minutes late to my class?" He asks.
I sigh, " I didn't think I would miss anything important," I smiled sweetly.
"Well you did and you've earned yourself a detention," he smiled back smugly.
I groan and take a seat at the back of the room. The lesson drags on for another thirty minutes.
The bell rings, I let out a sigh of relief. I grab my bag and make my way towards the door. Before I could leave I hear Mr Hemmings calling my name.
I groan and turn around.
"Yes?" I reply impatiently. He ushers for me to sit down. Instead of sitting in the seat he offers I make my way over to his desk. I place my booty at the end of the desk and swing my legs back and forth.
He edges closer. To my surprise he takes a seat next to me. To my dismay my eyes find themselves searching his face approvingly.
He has the bluest eyes, they stare coldly back at me. He clears his throat.
"I realise you are not getting anything out of this class and I've failed to spark your interests in my teaching." He says without enthusiasm. I furrow my brow. "I haven't received any work from you, I haven't had anything to mark." He sighs before continuing. "I want you to leave my class, I have organised for you to move into Mrs Keith's class, hopefully you will put an effort into your studies there." I feel a pang of hurt. I knew he hated me by I didn't know he hated me this much. The tears start to well up.
"Whatever," I manage to choke out. I grab my bag and get out of there as fast as possible.
I hear the words 'I want you to leave' replaying in the back of my mind. I sit in the toilet crying.
