I felt something hit me, disturbing my sleep. I shot up, alert, finding out it was just some jerk who decided to throw their text book at me. I glared at them, getting up to pick the book up.
“NATASHA, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, WONDERING AROUND THE CLASSROOM,” my teacher screeched, making me freeze.
“Erhm, ah, someone threw this text book at me, and I was just picking it up..?” I questioned.
“NONSENSE. ABSOLUTE NONSENSE. AND WHO WOULD WANT TO THROW A TEXT BOOK AT YOU. DID YOU REALLY THINK I’D BELIEVE THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF YOURS?” my teacher screamed, glaring at me.
“I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled, suddenly finding interest in my shoes.
“pack all you’re stuff up,” she said, crossing her arms.
I slowly gathered all my things, putting them into my bag.
“You are continuously making trouble in my class while sitting in that seat. Maybe if I moved you somewhere else you’ll be more behaved,’ she said, looking around for a spare seat.
I looked around, looking for all the possibilities on where I’ll get moved. There was a seat next to the school’s most popular guy, who I hope I won’t have to be next to. There was also one next to the school’s nerd, thought sitting there would be better than sitting next to the popular guy. Suddenly my heart stopped. My teacher pointed at my designated seat, and that seat was next to Luke Hemmings.