CHAPTER 9: SCHOOL’S NEW SLUT
Laura felt ashamed for ditching her family like that but he had no choice. She couldn't risk bumping into Brandon with them, but she had serious problems to worry about more that that. She had a weird feeling that was nagging in the back of her head as she got weird looks as she passed through the halls on the third floor. She disregarded the feeling and instead decided to go straight to her locker.
"Laura! Wait..." she clearly heard Patricia's voice from the distance but it was too late, she had already wedged her locker open. A plastic rod then fell out. It was purple coloured, long and had a thick shaft. It came to a halt in the middle of the hallway and only an idiot wouldn't recognize what it was.
A dildo!
Laura's eyes widened in shock and before she knew it phone camera's were flashing as student took photos and in less than two minutes the picture was already circulating
#who wudda thought the meek queen was such a slut.
Laura's eyes welled up. She ran to the bathroom and locked herself in the stalls, there she sat crying to herself quietly and thinking why all this was happening to her.
It was small stunt with huge consequences for her.
Meanwhile Brandon who was just parking his black Mercedes Benz in the parking lot looked at his phone and saw the notification. He smiled.
There was no way that Laura would avoid this now and would soon ask him to make it stop
CHAPTER 10: AND SO IT BEGINS
Mrs Spidle had given me the general rules of the place, my designated class which was class 2A. I the tailor came in to take my measurements for my uniform and then she told me to go and come back at 4pm when classes were over.
I was told to go to my designated class so I got out of the office and immediately took note of the temperature difference. The air in the hallway was warm whilst the air in the headmaster's office was chilly. Is it because she's an authority figure?
I shook my head and walked down the halls which were now empty probably because classes had started. I walked forward on the first floor merely following my sense of direction but that proved useless as I had walked for a full thirty minutes only to find three class 1 rooms, a small lab, a library and the janitors closet.
I finally noticed the steps that led up to the second floor. I followed them up and searched the hallways which resembled those on the previous floor, the only difference was that there was the nurse's office instead of the janitor's closet.
The classes were arranged in an order from class 2C which was at the start of the corridor to class 2A which was at the other end just after a turn that led to the library. I approached the door to class 2A which was metallic with a glass window. The door was partially open and I gave. slight knock on the door.
CHAPTER 11: CLASS 2A
It was one of the bothersome classes in the entire school. It had rude delinquents and ill mannered girls. So far every teacher who has ever taught that class knew that if the students didn't want to learn then they sure as hell wouldn't learn that day and today was one of those days.
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Ms. Tania was the homeroom teacher for the class and she was the not ignored teacher in the class because she was young and had a soft personality. Even at this moment, she was reading a textbook on English literature but she might as well have been reading to herself.
It had been only thirty minutes when she ad started to teach and only 5 students out of the 20 in the class had acknowledged her presence.
"Sigh," it was at least better than nothing.
While in the midst of teaching a young handsome boy stood in the doorway and lightly knocked. He had black short hair, glistening black skin and judging from his attire he must have been a new student.
"Come in please," Ms Tania said and the boy walked in. "Come to the front please."
Silence filled the noisy class as I stood in the front. Eyes were fixed on me and I somewhat felt uncomfortable being in all their gazes.
"Alright class it seems we have a new student today," the teacher said. "I am Ms Tania the homeroom teacher."
"Yeah right more like no room teacher!" someone shouted from the back right corner of the class. It wasn't a funny joke in any sense but his friends and some crowd of girls laughed since they were making fun of Ms Tania.
The punk who said that was a buff guy with a growing mustache, he had scam written all over his face and he didn't even look like a teenager at all. He locked gazes with me and I clearly got the impression that he was sizing me up, trying to see if I was a predator or prey.
I guess the smirk on his face gave him an idea that I was the latter.
'Let's just hope we don't get off on the wrong foot,' I thought and returned my own sly smirk at him. The smile on his lips instantly turned into a scowl as he gritted his teeth.
"Hey new guy what's your name again?" buff mustache said
"Hello my name is Tyler Calvin," I replied with a chill expression.
"Cool mine's Don Grudge and I'll show you the ropes of this place," he said in a cunning voice. He's face said it all he was the top dog and I was the newbie, he was probably going to put me through hell in the name of hazing but for one to make another's life hell they must be ready to live through hell itself.
"Well then I'll be in your care...Don," I nodded in mock respect which seemed to have pissed him off more.
"Okay...now that that's out of the way Tyler you'll sit on the empty spot next to Rochelle," Ms Tania pointed at an empty desk that was close to a red haired girl who was among the only girls here wearing crimson trousers unlike the others who preferred short shirks inorder to show of their goods.
Rochelle had white smooth skin, green eyes, and her red hair formed small bangs on her forehead. In my eyes she looked like a sweet girl with a kind personality and as she studied my slow approach I smiled in greeting sitting next to her. A text book was open on top of her desk.
"Well then we'll continue with page 37," Ms Tania said before she read on. It was Hamlet by William Shakespeare.
Shit I didn't have a text book...as a matter of fact I didn't have any text books yet so I thought of a temporary solution.
I looked towards Rochelle who now seemed delved in her book.
"Uhm Rochelle?" I whispered
"Don't talk to me," she whispered harshly. Maybe she was still a sweet girl?
"Would you mind sharing your book?"
"Don't you have your own?"
"Well I'm just starting today_"
"What kind of crazy bastard comes to school without their textbook?"
Damn my ego shattered, I take back what I said about her being sweet and kind. I was sitting next to the ice queen herself.
"Pst...hey," someone whispered behind me and when I looked back in was a boy with spiky black hair.
"Hey don't think too much about it man she gives every guy the cold shoulder. She thinks we're animals," the spiky haired guy said and I laughed silently.
"Shut it d*ckheads," Rochelle fired.
Definitely the ice queen.
"Neh," the guy stuck his tongue at her. "I'm Nathan by the way but you can call me Nate"
"Nice to meet you," I replied.
I guess the first day of school had started out well for me but I could feel Don's gaze burrowing a hole in the back of my head. Guess the problems were yet to come.
I pulled my note book and pen and begun to write down some rough notes.