All I Can Do Is Shrug

Chapter 6: No Way, Jose!

"Alrighty, here's your school ID. Not that many students look good in their IDs but you look really pretty." My teacher, Miss Poll tells me.

"Thanks." I look at my ID and she was right. I didn't look that bad. You can see a little bit of my cross necklace. I'm not Catholic but I do believe in God so that topic would be interesting to talk about.

"Are you actually into photography or are you just in this class cause it's an easy A?" Miss Poll asks me with her hands crossed over chest and a raised eyebrow.

"No I actually like photography. I was in Yearbook for about 4 or 5 years. I love making memories and I actually believe in the phrase 'a picture says a thousand words'. It's my life. I have a camera back home and I love the stories that I tell when I show my pictures to my family and friends." I tell her, knowing that I don't have to make her believe me. She can believe me if she wants. I don't care.

She nods and says, "Okay I believe you. You should get to your seat the bells about to ring."

She walks away and I watch her walk to her big desk at the front of the class. Her blonde curls bounce as she walks and you can see her hips sway.

Some of the guys stare at her as she walks past.

I don't think these kids come just for the easy A.

I sit in the third row by the window. I take off my jacket and I lay my backpack down in front of me. I don't trust the people here. If they act the way they talk, then they will for sure act stupid and go through my bag.

*bell rings*

Kids run through the halls trying to get to their classes on time and some kids flow into mine and get into their seats. I go into my bag to pull out a piece of gum when I hear some kid ask, "Can I have one, baby?"

I look up and it's some freshman. You can always tell when it's a freshman when they look you up and down, have those old dirty ass sneakers and have too much Old Spice on.

"No and you can go back to your little friends back there and tell them that your little bitch ass can't handle a woman like me. Go on. Go back to your buddies." I tell him while his friends are holding in their laughter.

He walks away and gets to his desk and when he does, that's when his friends explode and call him names. I feel a little bad for the kid but if I let some boy think he can get up all in a woman's face and treat her like she's his toy then he needs to be put in his place even if it's just for a little bit.

The final bell rings and everyone gets settled down and all the girls go into their seats. I look around to see if that Caiden kid is here but I don't see anyone who looks even close to a male model.

I shrug and open my notebook to write down whatever Miss. Poll has on schedule.

"Hey guys! So there is going to be a basketball game at 6:30 tonight and it's Varsity playing so you better believe we are gonna get some shots of the game. Anyone wanna volunteer for this one?" she asks but no one raises their hand.

Instead, they look around to see who will. I roll my eyes and raise my hand. "Ah great. Now I know that someone here actually wants to put some work into this class." she says while glaring at the rest of the class. I smile to myself but when I look up there's a blonde girl who's glaring at me and looking me up and down.

I move towards her, pretending I'm about to hit her, and she gasps and turns around. I look at my paper and write down Basketball Game Tonight @ 6:30.

I look at my handwriting and wince that it's not as nice as I'd like it to be.

"Mr. Grey. How nice of you to finally join us. You're 10 minutes late... again." "Ah you know how it is." I look up to see that its the same guy that was on my flight.