A Promise

Chapter Eight - Tell him you have a boyfriend

CHAPTER EIGHT

No.

Please.

Stop this.

I can't fucking take this thing. Why does he have to stare at me like this? I can't focus on listening to the teacher when he is doing this. I have to stop this.

I now have a plan. 

I raised my right hand and Mrs. Brown noticed, "Yes Ms. Desrouleaux?" She said, pointing her finger at me.

"May I go out for a second, Mrs. Brown?" I asked in a sweet voice. 

"Go." She said, and returning back to discussing.

I finally rushed out of the classroom and headed to the principals office.

As I pushed the door inside the principal's office, I saw his secretary- his oh, so beautiful secretary, Mrs. Meyer. Her curled chocolate brown hair, deep set of green eyes  covered with her thick rectangular glasses, and baby pink lipstick that was glossing out of her lips. I admit, she does her make up simple, but fascinating.

"May I help you with something?" She asked me, lowering her glasses from her eyes.

"I need to have a talk with Mr. Davis." 

"He's inside." She said, pointing her finger on the door. 

"Thanks." I said. She looked at me straightly, then she smiled. She looked so beautiful when she smiled like that. I wish she could repeat it later when I get out of Mr. Davis' office.

Knock, knock, knock.

No response.

Knock, knock, knock.

Still, no response.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

The door finally opened.

"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Davis asked me.

"I knocked ten times and you weren't responding, Mr. Davis." I said. He then raised an eyebrow at me. 

"Oh, was I? I'm so sorry darling. Come in, come in Ms. Desrouleaux."

And so I did as he said.

"Have a seat." I sat at one of his super comfortable couches. It felt like home. "Cookie?" He added, and handing me a jar of chocolate-chip cookies. So I got one.

But hey, who would hesitate on grabbing a cookie? I love Mr. Davis' cookies. His wife bakes those cookies greatly. So I thanked him then he took a seat as well.

"So what seems to be the problem, Ms. Desrouleaux? You look..." He paused, tilting his face on the side and tried to ready my face. "Stressed." 

Yes.

He got it. That's how I'm feeling right now.

Stressed. 

"I am." I said, and taking a bite of my cookie angrily. He chuckled by the way I was acting. Mr. Davis is very friendly actually. And that's what every student liked about him. 

"Tell me your story." He crossed his arms, and leaned back on his chair.

"Well, there is this new student. He's my classmate in Chemistry, Geometry, and Speech class. And there's a problem with him. A big problem." I told him.

"What is it? Does he not get the lesson and keeps asking you? Bullying you?" He asked.

"None of those." I paused and made a sigh. "Instead, he keeps on staring at me throughout the whole period. And I can't concentrate on listening because I am so bothered by the way he looks." Throughout my whole sentence, he was just nodding- listening to my very awkward story.

"So what do you want me to do?" 

"Change my class schedules please."  I begged.

"That is-" he paused. I crossed my fingers, expecting for a positive answer from him. "Very impossible." He continued and shook his slowly.

"WHAT?" I said while my teeth were clenching.

"I'm sorry Ms. Desrouleaux. But it is impossible." He raised his shoulders.

"What am I going to do now?" I said then massaged my temples.

"Okay, this is the only way. If you can't really take it, talk to him."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Um, things like, Why does he have to stare at you like that?" He explained. I nodded then. I can do this. 

"Thanks Mr. Davis." I finally stood up and placed my hands in my pockets.

"Sure." He said, then started arranging a thick bond of papers.

But as before I walk out of the room, he added something. "And if the thing I said doesn't work, tell him you have a boyfriend." Mr. Davis said, and wiggled his eyebrows. I chuckled by the way he acted.