The Scholarship Girl

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Jayus, a joke so unfunny and poorly told you can't help but laugh.

Ms. Anastasia Maxwell definitely thought Sophia was pulling a prank of some sorts.

How can one order soup twice, without securing notoriety, for at least for five social events?

Ms. Maxwell was bracing herself, reminding herself of her manners, that it was definitely not in a 'lady's rulebook' to shout, you must always appear patient and collected when there's an audience at any given time.

Meanwhile, Sophia was anxious waiting for her reply and was hoping Ms. Maxwell wouldn't make a scene out of it because it was her first day after all, and not mention, her first class. She was hoping she would make a satisfactory impact on her teachers, and angering her first teacher was definitely not in her intention.

She nervously glanced around the classroom, hoping some student would convey assurance that nothing colossal would happen to her ; that she would do just dandy. However, she was met with a few panicky eyes, but most of them were filled with amusement and glee. Maybe this school isn't happening enough and they are squeezing out joy in the most minimalistic incidents, she speculated.

However, one set of eyes stood out.

Stormy gray eyes, that she'd been intrigued by. Well masked, devoid of any emotion. A stone-cold demeanor.

He stared at her with such an intensity, that she couldn't help but turn back to Ms. Maxwell, and she definitely did not want him to see the faintest shade of red that glossed her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to her, a red hue colored his cheeks as well.

"You would be barred from your friend group whom you normally would be with in any social event. There is nothing more blasphemous than wandering alone in a formal, upscale event looking like a lost puppy now, is there? Now before I complete this lesson, your homework has been posted on your digital planner, and mind you, you can't plagarise some other person's work because it's different homework topics for each of you."

Sophia was beyond shocked. A personalized digital planner for each student maintained by the school and individual homework? She couldn't deny the sense of importance she felt, someone actually gave her an individual topic.

Suddenly, she felt a hand tapping her shoulder.

She turned around to see a girl with blonde hair trimmed to a perfect bob cut, thick rimmed glasses. Complemented with the classic rich people sugary smile.

"Do you want the topics for today's test? Figured you'd want to know since you joined today, and here every test, every grade is taken seriously, just so you know."

'Right, thanks! what's-"

""Consider yourself lucky! We had the least work for today-memorizing these plays, their dates, locations and other detail, and answer an essay question only for 50 points," she quickly rambled, handing Sofia a folder that almost as thick as fantasy series' last book.

"It's okay, no need to thank me!" The girl whose name was Calla said, as she turned her attention back to her bestfriend who was calling her name.

She was grateful indeed that someone had spoken had helped her out, without her initating the conversation. She looked at the ugly, blue plastic folder in her hand and made the mistake of opening it. Precise, hand written notes that had been underlined and annotated. All this work for a test. Her interest to study had surely plummeted now. So much work, and it's only the second lecture!

She put the blue file on her desk and rested her head on it after carefully positioning the laptop which all the students were given. The unmistakable, blinding light of the blank noted page was staring at her.

She couldn't help but start a mini-rant, in her mind of course. She loved studying and truly believed that some of the syllabus was actually cool but what she hated was the associated pressure and the compulsion to study in a limited time frame, that just results in cramming stuff that helps no one.

She positioned her head beneath her arms so she could pivot her head, and redirected her gaze on Xavier. There was something undeniable intriguing about him, the way he was kind towards her and the authority he held while speaking with Ms. Maxwell, even though he was just a high-school student while she was a president of the whatever club.

He was adjusting his glasses, which attracted her more than her delusional ass would like to admit, and was typing on his phone. He looked pissed or maybe he just had a resting bitch face. We never know.

"Morning students, open your documents, let's revisit of the note 45 of subsection 67 that we left yesterday."

"Excuse me sir what?45? 67?
I am probably gonna yeet from the Earth."
Went her internal monologue.

Now you see the most logical thing to do is to tell him that she was knew and he'd probably guide her. But then again, she was definitely not normal.
She did want to speak up, so bad might I add, then only she'd be speaking in the class and everyone will look at her and if she mispronounces something, that'd be the end of her student social life.
Not that it had started in any way.

And she looked up expecting to see a balding man or one with a receding hairline, and a knitted woollen sweater but she was greeted by a sight of a man with definitely not balding head, he was definitely in his late 20s and looked totally moanable.

but like who in their student lives decide to be a teacher? Like so early? Handling over a bunch of Niall Horany teenagers, is that what they want to do?

Thankfully for Sophia, the 'teacher-slash-man-who-knew-what-to-do-with-his-life' had explained to her the ongoing lesson so she wouldn't be completely out of loop, good joke-she thought, and told her he'd pick out one student that would assist her in his class and hopefully other classes too, he added, darting his eyes between her and the one and only, Knight, Mr Knight. With a smirk.

Why was he smirking?
Did he know Xavier outside of school?
Why was the said person glaring, at a teacher? But she just assumed he glared at everything animate. And inanimate too maybe. Justice for walls and clocks indeed.
Why isn't the bell ringing? I swear, the time goes at a snail's pace when it's the lecture close to lunch.

"So Miss Reynolds, Mr Knight will assist you with your notes and missed lessons, he's one of the excellent students Trinity High has ever seen. He's rather welcoming too and feel free to approach him or me with any doubts, is that clear?"

She nodded her head, because like she couldn't do anything about it.
Dude I don't- okay. He's rich so probably he can treat me to snacks. Plus like, this will be my first ever contact outside the estrogen world. Entering into the testestorone species outside of DNA. I'll even make some fake scenarios and rant them about to Insia, so she'll probably think I know people and I would look cool too.
Her brain was cool sometimes. Maybe.

Xavier just gave a single nod of his head and glared at the poor laptop screen and the document. Seriously though, Justice for the laptop screen.

She couldn't understand. He was more than willing to help her to show her way to the classroom. He was staring at her with not exactly hate, but then now this news wasn't all fine and dandy to him.

Who was that idiot who said girls are complicated?

Brugmasnia :
vivacity; enthusiasm; vibrancy

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