Because you can't just hate him...you have to love him too.
Kayla sighed and looked at the classroom; trying to find a place to sit. She felt like such the typical new girl; no friends, no where to sit, and clueless. She looked around before finally landing herself in the middle of the classroom. She didn't want to sit in the back, and be labeled as a trouble maker, but sitting in the front wouldn't give the impression she was hoping for. She adjusted her glasses, not nervous exactly, but annoyed; the bell had rung five minutes ago and kids were still filing in, and the teacher was MIA. She wondered if the teacher would always be this late and the class would always be this rowdy, but it wasn't like this class was a core class, it was a fine arts class. It still counts for part of your grade an annoying voice in her head nagged her.
There wasn't exactly anywhere else she could go, she was stuck here. Literally her parents decided to move and her father had been assigned here as a post for two years, so she would be somewhere else for her senior year. Weren't freshmen suppose to be more prepared? She guessed not as the class was fifteen minutes in and the last student filed in and the teacher was still not here. She wondered if she should just leave, but she didn't want to make a bad first impression or have to listen to her father about skipping class. That wasn't a conversation that she wanted to have. Her dad wasn't on top of her as much as some others, because he didn't have the time, but when she showed him her report card or he got emails from the school he would really get on her.
Kayla listened as some students finished last minute homework, and some chat with their friends. And she guessed that was what normalcy was, but she was normal. She wondered if she could get on any sports teams. It was the last two months of school so she guessed not. She focused on her book trying to come up with something to read, the same line kept repeating itself, looping over and over again. The teacher was late. So late she thought for a moment. Why was any teacher half an hour late to class? The class only lasted an hour and a half. She waited some more time, and then wondered if she should tell somebody. Who would she tell who would believe her though? No one knew her here, for all they knew she was lying. She wasn't sure if she looked like trouble, she hadn't taken too much time with her appearance this morning; just another day at school. I mean she had glasses, she couldn't look too threatening, but she did know a wide variety of martial arts.
Kayla glanced at her watch when she finally suffered through the next chapter. She forgot the title, but it was something about Dogs and military service. Not her own choice, something her dad recommended she read when he heard she was interested in a dog. She had said it as an offhand comment about some people she knew having dogs. The teacher had half an hour until class ended. She got up and walked over to a table of girls awkwardly and asked as they chat with each other "Is the teacher always this late?"
The girl frowned, she had shiny brown hair of about shoulder length, and blue eyes that popped. It was hard to tell if she was tall or short as she was sitting down, wearing a sweater and skinny jeans. Kind of typical Kayla thought but let it go. She was wearing jeans and a plain Shirt. She really shouldn't be judging her. The girl answered though evenly, not annoyed at being interrupted but not pleased to make any conversation "Yeah, all year this teacher is either an hour late or never shows."
Kayla wondered how that worked, and the girl gave her a look that asked; are you going to respond or can I go back to doing whatever I was.
Kayla muttered a thanks before going back to sit in her seat. At least the girl hadn't been rude, that would have made her want to do something she would regret. Then she would get another talk with her dad. In fact she thought; when did she ever get to talk with her dad unless he was unhappy? Impatient Kayla glanced at her watch again. How was the teacher still working here if he was always late? She would have thought that the kids grades would show it too, but maybe the school didn't care, or all the smart kids were here and none of them needed to study. She wondered if she should actually go talk to someone, but decided against it. What was the point?
It wasn't that she was leaving in two years or that she wouldn't have any time to hang out, or some aspects of her just couldn't be called normal. She wondered if she was just an antisocial person. Twenty minutes to the bell she was still thinking. She saw her watch indicate the time and sighed, looked like the teacher wasn't going to show. He hadn't written any homework on the board or even notes for the days lecture. So she was going to spend two months with her first period basically being off, which she was fine with. The subject was art, so she would do just fine, but still. It irked her that the teacher hadn't shown. Still she didn't know how they would get the grades, hopefully the teacher just put in a bunch of hundreds. All the students were treating it as a free period.
Suddenly someone walked in. Absentmindedly Kayla wondered if he was a student. His hair was messy like he had woken up late and she wondered if he was tired and had overslept, but he immediately walked over to a group, and didn't seem the tiniest bit so. He in fact seemed confident, almost arrogant, and lively. She rolled her eyes, what a boy. He could skip class and not care then just go over to his friends. She wondered if this would just be an off period for her, but she would have to show up sometimes like when the teacher did.
The bell was going to ring in ten minutes, and she was slightly glad the teacher hadn't shown. But it would have been a nice distraction. Although the people who were late were probably glad that the teacher always came late and sometimes never at all. Suddenly a woman walked in. She was about thirty or so and her hair was in a messy bun that was stylish at that point, she looked a little flustered. The teacher didn't seem like the type of person you would normally find, but Kayla guessed it was art. She seemed to feel a little awkward at being late, but if this teacher had been coming in late all year then it shouldn't really matter. "Sorry I'm late class!" She said, rushing in, realizing that class was almost over. In art class this would usually be about the time the teacher started to tell students to finish up their bit and then pick up. Did this class ever get to do anything except socialize and do homework for other classes?
All of them responded "It's fine." Almost a reactive response.
She composed herself before saying "The homework will be to draw an emotion that you feel." She looked around and said "I hope you will all express yourselves!" Then she tried being serious as she said "It will be due in one week. I will pick the top five." Then the bell rang and everyone filed out. None of them seemed to take her seriously, but if she never showed up on time Kayla could understand that.
Kayla wondered if she would have to stay after to discuss things with this teacher, but when no indication came she walked out the door still watching and waiting for the teacher. She was usually very aware of her surroundings but a figure came up and bumped into her sending her rocking and falling...very self consciously in front of the stranger who had come in late.
He smirked and she couldn't help but think that he had done that on purpose. She shot him a dirty look before he said, obviously withholding laughter "Sorry, want a hand."
She glared at him carefully accepting his help, not wanting to seem weak but also not wanting to seem rude. This could be his chance to redo the first impression...he had made on her bottom. He pulled her up easily and her hand felt a little sweaty after that before she stalked off after he said nothing. Fine, he didn't get to redo his first impression.
She could practically feel his smirk as he watched her. She tried...very hard not to look back at him, but finally she caved and he was still standing there (the nerve and fool!) and she could practically hear his laughter. He had a really nice laugh, when it wasn't directed at her.
"Gah." She said, already knowing exactly what she was going to draw for that lame excuse for an assignment her art teacher had given to her.
But regardless, hope you liked it.
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