- Monday (week 2) -
"Ugggghhhh," Stefy groans as she massages her temples in first period the very next day. "Why did you allow me to drink that much. Oh god—Temptations is still there right? I mean, I didn't drink it away did I?"
"No, Stefy you didn't drink it away," I answer with annoyance while my face is buried in my hands. "If anyone drank it away last night, it was me."
Stefy attempts to let out a laugh, but she quickly realizes it's a bad idea and instead winces.
I hear the classroom door swing open and then slam shut, notifying me that Professor Dickhead has entered the hellhole, aka, the English classroom.
"Morning, Students," Mr. Williams greets with a bitterness to his tone, like always, earning a few mumbles from students in return.
I strip my hands away from my eyes and squint at the brightness of the fluorescent lights above once I do. I look towards where Mr. Williams is standing by the white board writing something down. Even the squeaking of the dry erase marker is enough to make my ears strain.
Well, maybe that wouldn't happen if you did a little thing called PACING YOURSELF!
When Mr. Williams turns around, our eyes instantly lock. And he looks pissed. Mega pissed. But then again...what else is new?
I give Mr. Williams a little smirk with the intention of annoying him. But that only causes him to worsen his glare.
Well this should be an interesting school day.
Gulp...
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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four—
"Ms. Parks!" Mr. Williams yells with a slam of a hand on my desk, earning for me to jerk awake with surprise.
Who in the hell dares to interrupt my slumber?!
"What, What—what happened?" I spew out mindlessly. My eyes land on Mr. Williams and I groan. What the hell is Mr. Crabby Pants doing here? I scan around my surroundings with sleepy eyes.
Wait a minute...
"I guess I should add sleeping in class to the long list of reasons of why you're on my naughty list, Ms. Parks," I hear Mr. Williams say as I look around the empty classroom. I look back at him now with a glare and roll my eyes before lazily standing up from out of my seat.
"Naughty list? Who are you Santa Claus?" I snap back to his remark.
We need better comebacks, Eli. Better comebacks!
"Clever," Mr. Williams sarcastically says, and I wish I could just punch his smug face.
"Clever," I mock back under my breath as I retrieve my backpack from next to my desk. "Let me guess, more detention? Cause to be honest, that's getting kind of old, Mr. Williams."
Mr. Williams smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, causing for his muscles to be prominent underneath his white dress shirt.
"See me after school, Ms. Parks," is all he says before he goes back and sits down at his desk.
Where else would I go?
BINABASA MO ANG
Please Me
Romance**MATURE CONTENT {18+}** "You know there are punishments for breaking the rules, Ms. Parks," Mr. Williams almost purrs with a daring glint in his eyes. My only response to him though is a single scoff. "And you know that I don't care, right?" I end...
