I'm so jumping in joy, waiting for the bell to ring, hinting that English was starting soon.
I could feel a hint of nerve, and my palms are sweaty.
Will Adam stand by his words- or will he return to bullying me?
Emily and Chase didn't notice my worries, although Chase knew what has happened.
Once the bell rang, everyone scattered around the halls. It seemed like the bell rang long to fill me with dread.
Chase, Emily and I went to our separate classes, and the journey to the class seemed so suffering.
Adam was already in the class, focusing on the laptop in front of him. I was glad he didn't notice me yet. Although I would prefer a spot in the middle or at the back of the class, no empty spots are available from those areas, forcing me to sit at the front.
People were putting books on their table, and from the looks of it, seems like I wouldn't enjoy this.
Once the class is full, Adam started the lesson, without even once glancing at me.
Was he really going to ignore me?
I was the first one to exit from the class once it ended. It was my next class, Biology with Mr. Emerson. The hall was packed with people, and it was a trouble walking. From where I was standing, I could see Adam finally walked out from the class, walking directly passed me. You would expect him to be a little nice, at least as a stranger would be. But he just bumped into my shoulder, almost making me drop my books.
Now he's just being plain rude.
Once I reached the lab, I just slammed my books, still mad at Adam.
Eyes were on me, but I couldn't care any less.
Throughout the lesson, all that I can think about was only about Adam
I could feel vibration in my pocket, hinting that I received a text message.
Opening the text under the desk, I could see it was from Chase.
'how was your english class? x'
I smiled, replying, still looking down.
'it was okay. he ignored me like how he was supposed to be.'
'isn't that good?'
'whats wrong? u dont seemed to be satisfied babe'
"Ms. Hayes!" A stern voice made me drop my phone, as everyone just looked at me.
He walked towards me, which gave me quite a bit of time to slid in my phone in my pocket.
"How many times this has happened before? Texting in class!"
I kept quiet, not really the best time to speak up.
"Has it been four times? All those times you have been let off with a warning from me, young woman. This time you're not even getting a lunch detention. Follow me to the principal's office after class."
I groaned quietly, which attracted his attention. He smirked and continued his lesson. People were snickering, which embarrassed me even more.
After Biology, I followed Mr. Emerson to the principal's office. Luck was not on my sight today, we found Adam in his office too, chatting with the principal. He took his leave, right after seeing me.
"Now why are we here? You don't seem to be quite the problematic child, Ms. Hayes."
Being a bitch he naturally is, Mr. Emerson answered the question for me. "Texting in class, and this would be the fifth time."
He widened his eyes. "Although usually texting in class won't land you in my office, five times is quite a big amount!"
"Now, it would be great if you would leave us alone, Mr. Emerson." He continued.
And with that, he took his leave.
"Alright, Ms. Hayes, was it?"
"I don't really recommend texting in class with Mr. Emerson in it, because as you can see, it would land you into trouble. Although I also do not recommend texting in class at all, we all know Mr. Emerson is a bit a pain in the neck."
I chuckled at this statement. You know those principals who you can get along with really well? One of those are him.
"Anyway, if you don't mind me asking, who were you texting?" He asked, both of his hands supporting his chin on the table.
I hesitated, might as well tell him. "Chase Darson."
"Chase Darson." He repeated, trying to recall his name.
It took him a while, "Oh! That kid! He landed a few times here too!"
I smirked, really, Chase? You've been here a few times?
"I wouldn't ask what were you texting about, well, privacy is still privacy."
I stuttered, "And my punishment?"
"Well, since you're missing lunch, we'll count this as lunch detention. You're dismissed."
I literally dropped my jaw. My punishment was well- completely nothing?
I took my permission to leave, literally smiling. Who knew texting in class would land me in no mess? Although I didn't know what would happen next.
I was placing my books that I brought directly from the lab to the office, in my locker. Once I closed the locker door, I felt another vibration.
Another text message?
All this while, I have regretted doing so many things, but not as much as unlocking my phone right now.
Who was it from?
A number that has left me scarred and scared in a lot of ways.
It would be from him, if he didn't promise to leave me alone, which he exactly abide.
'You might have passed the principal, but not me.'