I whipped out my timetable only to find I had Maths and I groaned out loud. I hated Maths. A lot. I sighed and made my way over to the classroom across the hallway. As soon as I entered, I looked around the room to familiarize myself with all of the people I would be taking this class with.
Most of them looked the same as last year with the exception of a few new students. I noticed there were six empty seats at the back of the classroom so I decided to take one of them. I had always like sitting at the back of the classroom and not get noticed by anyone.
I sighed as I reached my seat and dropped my bag as I slumped down on the hard seat. I drop my head onto the desk and close my eyes trying to block out the world for a moment just so I could get some peace and quiet for a moment.
My mom and I had gotten into another fight this morning and honestly, I felt like shit. I was certainly not in the mood to do maths that’s for sure. I hear shuffling at the front of the classroom who I assumed to be my maths teacher from last year.
“Good morning class! I hope you had an excellent holiday! But now you are back, we have to get started straight away with this new topic.” He said while the whole class groaned in protest. I heard him talk something about the topics this year and something about algebra but I honestly could not be bothered to lift my head up off of the desk. I heard the teacher clear his throat before speaking again.
“Miss Stanley? If the class is that boring, you can always go to the Principal’s office?” he says. I groan as I slowly lift my head up off of the desk. I rubbed at my eyes, earning a few chuckles, before replying.
“Nah thanks sir I’m good! But this class is pretty boring no offense.” I state honestly. I had given up being the polite little girl everyone thought I was long ago.
“Watch your tone Miss Stanley!” He snaps at me.
“Why don’t you ever call me by my first name?!” I ask in annoyance while rubbing my temples. I always seemed to do that when I was angry.
“That’s it! Please wait outside! I shall speak to you later!” he shouts while pointing towards the door.
I slowly got up and stalked towards the door while mumbling,
“Thank fuck for that.” Earning a few more chuckles.
I hadn’t noticed that those same five guys from the hallway smirking at me from the door. Had they seen the entire thing? Of course they had otherwise they wouldn’t be smirking! I glare at them as I barge through them and out of the door. I honestly couldn’t care less if they were some badass gang that could beat me up. I was beyond pissed at this point. My mom was going to kill me when she finds out about this.
I sigh as I lean against the wall by the classroom and slide down it. I hear the faint noises of the teacher talking to the guys.
“Now boys. Please explain to me why you are late. I don’t want to start a pattern with this as you did last year. Let’s have a good year?” he says.I hear the faint noises of chewing before I hear a godlike raspy voice.
“Go fuck yourself.” Is all the voice said before the teacher lost it again. He was told to wait outside the classroom with me while the rest of the boys took their seats. I heard a few sniggers from some of the students before the owner of the raspy voice came out of the door with a small smirk on his face. He turned to me and I realized who it was.
It was the guy with the curly hair and green eyes. He slowly walked over to me and stood next to where I was slumped on the floor. I shifted to the side a little as he was too close for comfort. He chuckles wickedly at this causing a shiver to run down my spine.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cig and lighter and begins to light it. He holds it between his fingers and takes a drag of it before blowing the smoke out. He sighs and leans his head back in content.
“What are you looking at?” he asks rather rudely causing me to glare at him and turn away. I honestly don’t know where I got all this sudden confidence from. Usually I would just cower away and apologize but not today apparently.
“That’s what I thought.” He mumbles while glaring back at me. I hear him take another drag of his cig and holds it in a little longer before releasing it again. I have always hated the smell of smoke. It makes me want to puke.
“Can you please put that thing out?!” I snap at him. I didn’t mean to but it just came out. I then realized that this guy could potentially beat the crap out of me. Oh dear…
He looks at me with anger burning in his eyes but he stays where he is. Instead, he takes another drag of the cig and holds it in. he suddenly bends down to my level and releases the smoke right onto my face. I start to cough and the horrible stench of it and I start to feel nauseous.I shoot him another death glare but he seems unfazed by this. Just as I was about to snap at him again, the teacher comes outside.
“You two both need to go to the Principal’s office now. He is waiting for you there.” He says through gritted teeth.
“And Harry? Put out that cigarette now! You know the rules, no smoking on campus!” he adds before storming off into his classroom.
After one last drag, Harry drops the cig on the floor and steps on it before getting up off the wall and heading into the direction of the Principal’s office.
“Fucking dick.” I mumble before getting up myself and going to the Principal’s office.