Forever The Best Friend [Completed]

Chapter 4 - My English Teacher Talks To Me About Love

"Sidney?"

"Ah. Huh?" I asked cluelessly as Mr. Johnson called my name. It was good that I wasn't late that morning, but bad because I was so sleepy that I zoned out in the middle of the class. Somehow, I knew that I looked horrible. Maybe like a homeless ferret, even. I quickly wiped my face with my handkerchief to make sure that there weren't any saliva or morning glory on my face.

He crossed his arms. "Do you know the answer?" He asked and gave me a very serious face.

Uh oh. I looked at the blackboard to find out what he discussed about, but nothing was written. I looked at my classmates to ask for help, but they all just stared at me blankly. Even Ed just looked at me. So in other words, I was dead.

Mr. Johnson tapped his foot impatiently. I was aware that I had to give an answer immediately before he loses his temper. I figured that it was English class so I thought of the first thing that came to my mind which is related to the english subject.

"Adverb?" I guessed and crossed my fingers behind my back. There's no harm in trying, right? Even though adverb is a very common topic in middle school, it could still be a topic in High School, right?

Chuckles then surrounded me so I lowered my head out of embarassment. A red-headed girl in front even snickered at me and gossiped with her seat mate, probably talking about how dumb I looked. I regretted falling asleep. I regretted giving adverb as the answer. I hated having the attention.

Mr. Johnson shook his head in disappointment. "Not the correct answer Ms. Stewart." He said.

I scratched the back of my head. "Um. What was the answer, sir?" I asked.

He smirked, which made me nervous. If Mr. Johnson smirks, he got you real good. "There is no answer." He said.

"Huh?" I asked, completely not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean there is no answer? There should be. You thaught us that every question, stupid or not, always has an answer." I defended, but then realized I was being a bit disrespectful. I bit my lip.

But he didn't yell at me. Instead, he chuckled, which made me more confused. He walked closer, step by step, until he was finally in front of me. I got intimidated by his well-waxed hair, his tidy-ironed suit, and his dead-serious face.

He grinned. "There is no answer, Ms. Stewart, for there was no question." He said and laughter filled the room. I was so embarassed, I buried my face on my hands.

Mr. Johnson got me. My teacher got me. He got me good. Real good.

"Which proves that you were asleep the whole time." He said and shook his head disappointingly. "I'll have to talk to you after dismissal. I'll be expecting you in the Principal's office." He then returned to the front of the room and continued his class.

I gathered my self and tried to forget what happened. Ed leaned over and whispered, "Nice one, Sid." He teased, then chuckled.

"Shut. Up." I hissed and started listening to Mr. Johnson. I do not, ever, in a million years, want that to happen again.

I didn't fall asleep after that.

. . .

"What's the answer, Sidney?" Mike, my blonde and naughty english classmate asked. He couldn't stop laughing while holding his stomach as if it would kill him if he laughs.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Mike. At least it wasn't like what happened to you with Mr. Steve." I said confidently. Mike looked at me in horror and hurriedly walked away like a kid who saw a ghost. Obviously frightened.