Idolize Me

Chapter Three

can i remind u all that i wrote this when i was 16. im 23 now and editing this. srry this exists lol its so bad

Chapter Three   

I made it to class just on time. I ran to an open desk, and sat down while the room was being flooded with students who were also trying to find a seat in time. Not long after, the teacher shut the classroom door, as a few students were locked outside, unable to come in.

We could hear them cursing in the hall as they banged their fists on the glass of the door, rolled their eyes, and eventually left.

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. These rich kids have no sense of responsibility at all. The worst part is that it doesn't even matter if they fail college. They have enough money to do what they want without slaving away for a degree they don't care about.

I sat back in my chair, and listened as the professor began to speak.

"Good morning, students." He said, as he flashed the class a grin so wide. He was an older man, late fifties, with obvious dyed brown hair. "My name is Mr. Bruno, welcome to my class of American Literature."

Silence.

"I'm going to warn you all today, that I don't accept plagiarism, and yes, one-hundred percent of the time, I will know if it is plagiarized. You all think you're so clever and smart, but you're not really that smart. Absolutely no tardy work, anything turned in past the due date will be an automatic zero. We will be doing a lot of writing, critical thinking, and expanding your vocabulary to more than just the crude dialect of texting." A look of annoyance flashed across his face, and I found myself liking the guy. Anyone bold enough to tell a bunch of entitled students they were stupid was someone I'd support. "We will be learning about famous American authors from the nineteenth century, and the early twentieth century, as we will be memorizing poems, their background, and historical setting." He paused, "Any questions?"

Nobody said anything. I glanced around the room to find a lot of students with faces of boredom.

None of them seemed to remotely care about being here. 

"Good." Spoke Mr. Bruno, "Then we'll just get started. Today we will be examining our textbooks, and going over the work which is required each semester-" He was cut off from pounding that was coming from the classroom door. Everyone turned their heads towards the door, including myself. Through the glass, stood Ezra Scott, with a not-so-amused look on his face.

My heart sank.

Mr. Bruno seemed to almost run to the door and opened it, and just like that, my liking for him evaporated. He was just like everyone else; catering to Ezra's needs without question. Disgusting.

Ezra stepped in as if he were leading a trail of gold behind him. I was hoping he'd trip, but he didn't.

Everyone in the room either gasped, or gawked at him as he strode over. My annoyance was quickly drowned out by an urging feeling of anxiety as I realized he was eyeing me the entire time he walked to his seat.

We stared at one another for what felt like forever before he sat down, and looked away.

I exhaled.

Surely someone like Ezra, with the whole world in his hand, and popularity spewing from his body, wouldn't hold an unnecessary grudge against a nobody like me.

Surely.

Then again, I wondered if because he has everything, torturing a nothing like me would equal him out. He'd do it for fun. He'd do it to kill time.

He'd do it simply because he can.

I sunk in my seat.

Once upon a time, I respected the Scott family. They deserve to be respected for all they have done -they, excluding Ezra, anyway- his parents and his grandparents have done a lot to help not only this entire state, but the country as a whole. 

There are even rumors going around that the Scott's are in alliance with government issues. I refuse to believe people so high in power would create such a nasty offspring that is Ezra Scott.

Eventually Mr. Bruno began to speak again, he sounded a bit nervous, his previous voice of confident was drowned out by the overbearing attendance of the richest twenty-four year old in the country.  I assumed  it was because he could lose his job the moment Ezra snapped his fingers. He was aware of Ezra's power, everybody in the school must be.

Everyone seemed to fear him, and idolize him, but I couldn't muster up an ounce of energy to do so. To worship him like everyone else so mindlessly does. I refuse to be his monotonous prophet, going around and hating on those who don't love him as much as he loves himself -which, if I'm honest, it's quite impossible to do- and yet, he seems so wholly unaware of this. After what happened earlier, I wouldn't be surprised if he got me kicked out of the school.

The school that isn't even his.

Goddamn him.

"I expect you all to be responsible young adults." Mr. Bruno said as he cleared his throat. What a tool. "Like I said, I don't tolerate tardiness, so don't test me."

I would have believed his threats if his recent attitude change with Ezra didn't happen. Now, this guy was as scary as a five-year-old with pigtails. 

My eyes somehow dropped down to Ezra, who, to my unfortunate surprise, was staring at me again. We locked eye-contact for what seemed like the millionth time today, and this time, neither of us looked away.  I can't back away now, I've already proven myself an idiot with no self-composure when under pressure. I can't humiliate myself further by backing down.

I refused to show him how much of a coward I actually am. He seemed to understand my attempt at challenging him, because his eyes narrowed.

And to that, I forced myself to smile.