Apology Accepted

Chapter 7

Calum Hood as the adorable Oliver 

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It has been over a month since we went to the mall. I have avoided Levi as much as possible but he has made it his mission to bother me. He pulls my hair, tosses paper balls at me, and tries to trip me. It's sad really. I find if I leave him alone and don't react he will bore himself out. At first, I would turn around and yell at him and he would smirk. My attention only seemed to fuel the fire. Some days he was on the calmer side, only pestering me from time to time, and other days you would think his life depended on annoying me.

Today he is one of the latter. At the end of class, a random girl came up to tell me I had something in my hair. So here I am washing glue out of my hair. Yes, glue.

I slam my hands on the sink, "This lunatic used an entire bottle of glue on my hair. What is his problem!"

"Don't yank, I've almost got this lump out." Scar says as she runs my hair under the tap.

"I hate to be the one to say it but you might need to cut your hair." Aby cuts in with a sigh.

"No, don't say that." I moan, "I love my long hair. I don't want to cut it."

"Well unless we manage to get all this junk out before the bell it's going to need some sort of trim."

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to use a rusty spoon but I'm going to kill him."

"Careful, if a teacher hears you they might take you seriously."

"I don't care, I want to keep my hair."

"The bell is going to ring soon. Let's tie it up, hope for the best, and we can deal with this after school okay?" Scar says, providing us with a hair tie.

I continue to grumble and whine as we part ways and I make my way to class. This is the last class I have with he who will not be named today.

It's not long into the lesson before I feel the tug on my hair. As if he hadn't done enough damage to it already. When I feel another tug I take a deep breath and pull my braid over my shoulder.

Crisis averted.

For a solid 39 seconds. Suddenly a paper ball makes its way onto my desk. I pick it up and turn around, trying to find its owner only to get a cheeky grin from just who I thought it belonged to.

I ignore it and then a second and a third. It's the last class. It's the last class. It's the last-

I whip around ready to rip his throat out when I hear my name being called.

"Miss. Hunter!"

"Yes!" I all but shout, "Yes?"

It takes all my strength to not turn and glare at the giggling man child behind me.

"Since you insist on interrupting my class perhaps you can tell me what happens during hyperventilation?"

"Yes, of course." I say rapidly looking through my notes, "just a minute I'm sorry my notes are a mess."

"Miss Hunter please come up and write down any key terms you remember and we will pick up from there."

I take my notebook and go. I write down the words 'hypocapnia', 'homeostatically', and 'respiratory alkalosis'.

"May I sit down?" I ask as the teacher as she nods and calls on a student behind me.

"May I toss this in the bin?" Levi asks, receiving another nod as the teacher begins asking the class to define my terms.