Twisting the ignition and turning off the engine, I opened the car door resulting in a gush of cool air hitting my skin. I should have worn warmer clothes today, I thought as I stepped outside. I grabbed my backpack from the passenger side and began making my way towards the building. With each step I took the less confident I became as more negative thoughts began to feel in my head. I can't do this, What if everyone hates me or laugh at me?
Even with hundreds of scenarios swarming my head I knew I'd have to show my face on campus again, fate is inevitable.
Standing by the entrance with both hands tightly fixed on my straps, I take one last deep breath.
You can do it, Angelina, walk in there, and act like nothing ever happened. I mean what's the worst that can happen right? I laugh in an attempt to ease my discouragement
Finally sucking it up I slowly the door. Quite a few students were hanging around the entrance. I'd never thought I'd be so grateful for the creation of hoods. Let's see how far this hood takes me through
I sneaked past the group of students by the door and made my way toward my first class of the day psychology. I guess I got quite lucky because no one recognized me.
"Mrs. Blackwell, you know the rules, no hoods or hats on campus," Mr. Simon says
"Oh sorry, I must've forgotten to take it off before I came in" I reply
"Just don't let it happen again" He states
phew, I can't believe I made it this far unrecognized, I just have to make it throw the rest of the day.
"Good morning class, all those in favor of taking the test tomorrow raise your hand" I wasn't surprised when almost all the class raised their hands. I wanted to raise my hands as well but I just couldn't bring myself to, As apparently I'm the straight A student it may look a bit weird
"And all in favor of taking the test today?" He questioned, Lizzie and I were the only ones who had raised hands, though I would much rather be taking the test tomorrow, I was mentally drained.
"Tomorrow it is then" Mr. Simon continued, thank the Lord
"Alright, class today's lesson is cognition and the brain," Mr. Simon says in an all too cheerful voice.
"Cognition is a term for the mental processes that take place in the brain, including thinking, attention, language, learning, memory, and perception. These processes are not discrete abilities – they are a raft of different, interacting skills that together allow us to function as healthy adults." He carries on
"Can I go to the bathroom" Mackenzie yarns
"No, Mackenzie you should have gone before class" Mr. Simon claims
"Anyway an example of cognition is the practice of reflection" Mr. Simon was interrupted by a knock at the door
"I'll get it," Mackenzie says, twirling a strand of hair in her hands. Typical Mackenzie
Mackenzie gets up, makes her way over to the door, and pulls it open. I'd never thought I'd hate the front-row seat more than I do now.
"You're late on your first day" Mr. Simon huffs
When I saw who just walked in, I was shocked, no! mortified, NO! PETRIFIED, MY ANXIETY JUST 10 FOLD
"Class please welcome yours truly, Mr. Jeon" Simon announces
"You can sit right over..." Mr Simon was cut off by Ms. Bratty Mackenzie
"He can sit beside me, I know he doesn't want to sit beside that thing over there, plus we all know I'm the smartest in the class" Mackenzie states, that thing?!?!? Who does she think she is!?!?!?! Also since when is she smarter than me?
"That thing has a name" I mutter under my breath
"Ms. Bruty, if anyone can help him get caught up it's Angelina" Mr. Simon corrects, meh I like Ms. Bratty better
"Ms. Blackwell you will help Mr. Jeon Jungkook catch up with last week's work, prepare him for the test and all that good stuff" I cannot tutor a possible criminal who hits on women.
"WHAT!" I blurt out by accident
"I mean err... you heard her... she's smarter" I say
"Jungkook please have a seat next to Ms. Blackwell," Mr. Simon says
"Alright on with today's lesson" Mr. Simon continues
Jungkook sitting on the chair beside me was the worst experience ever, he sat like a brick wall in a leather jacket and kept a stone face the whole time he didn't even look at me (Not that I wanted him to) How the heck was I supposed to tutor him?
The bell rung and students began lifting out of their seats
"So I-" I manage to say before being cut off
"Look we're not going to be friends, okay? So you can just skip all the nice crap and tell me how to pass" Jungkook snarls
"We study today, at my house, at 10 PM" Jungkook demands before getting out of his seat and exiting the classroom
well that was weird, and what kind of weirdo wants to study at 10 PM, unless he's trying to murder me? I doubt it. Anyway, I'm the one teaching him so he better learn how to have some respect.
The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly, at least until I was heading to my third class.
"Hey, you!" The voice calls
"Stay away from my man you hear me!" Makenzie blurts
"You're a loser and that's what you'll always be!" Mackenzie snaps
"Yeah a loser," one of her minions says backing her up
I just turned my back and continued making my way down the hall
"You're just a walking meme on campus, don't forget," she says holding up her phone to play the clip from the party
As I walked further down the hall the chatter and laughter became more distant. Hot tears began to flow down my face and I just wanted to disappear, I accomplished that by hiding in the bathroom.
I don't care if I'm late I just need to call Bradley, he always knows how to make me feel good when I'm at my lowest
I made sure the bathroom was empty and I dialed his number
The phone kept ringing for quite some time, maybe he was busy at the moment. He took the day off because his birthday is tomorrow. With all that has been going on I haven't been able to get him a gift.
I've finally gained the courage to leave the bathroom and go to my final class of the day. Of course, I got in trouble for being late but I really didn't care,
What's worse to come is having to tutor Mr. Jeon at 10 PM
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