I headed to my first class, English, before the bell rang.
When I got there, I saw a blond boy with a slouch talking to the teacher. From the looks of it, Mrs Grayling did not like whatever he was saying.
With a huge breath, I entered the class.
Even though they were two in the class when I entered, it felt like the entire world was watching.
"Hi Mrs Grayling" I greeted looking for the perfect table that will be my table for the rest of the semester.
"Miss Bouts. How do you do?" she asked giving me a strained smile.
I faced her and gave her a small smile. "Uh, fine I guess" I answered.
Mrs Grayling was a British woman whose family migrated to the states during the World War II. How they did it without fear is still a mystery and Mrs Grayling loves telling every new student at East Ville High, her sad but intriguing story.
"Wonderful, wonderful" she said absently and placed her right hand on the boy's shoulder.
I had totally forgotten he existed and was in the classroom.
He looked at me and I could see how blue his eyes were. His blond from afar looked kinda like neck length but up close, it was shoulder length.
No doubt, his eyes were more mesmerizing than the twins. I immediately felt my self being drawn to him.
Not the 'I felt my heart pounding, my hands were sweaty, there were butterflies in my stomach and all I wants to do was kiss him' kinda drawn. More of like 'I want him to be my friend. He will be a cool dude' kinda drawn.
"Miss Bouts, this is Caesar Brown. He is a transfer student from Carlifornia" she said.
"Hi" I greeted. He only nodded his head in a greeting back.
Ok, I take back my drawing technique.
"Ok," I said facing Mrs Grayling. "Why are you telling me exactly?"
Not that I was rude or anything.
She gave a big sigh before answering, "he just told me that the Principal wants me to go over what I taught you students last semester because he has a lot of catching up to do. Not that I don't mind, but I am now tasked with teaching the 11th and 10th graders" she said.
"Uh, sorry?" I said making it sound more like a question than an apology. Just at that moment, the bell rang and students started piling in.
Caesar waited for all the students to pick seats before going to the last seat available.
The one beside me.
He looked at me with a blank look and I gave him a kinda smile.
"Hey" he said.
Oh, so now he talks?
"Hi. I'm Tracy" I said.
"Yeah. I heard Mrs Grayling say your name"
He hears!!!
"Yeah. And you must be Caesar?" I asked.
What Tracy? You already know his name is Caesar.
"Yeah. Mrs Grayling also said my name. Infact, she introduced me to you" he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Pay attention class" Mrs Grayling's voice said.
Caesar faced the front and didn't look at me till the end of the class.
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After class, I headed straight to my locker. Dustin was already there putting his last class's books into the locker and bringing out the next one.
"Hey Dustin"
"Hey Tracy"
"You ready to see our new Lit teacher?"
"New teacher. I thought it was Mr Bunnort?"
"Not anymore. Turns out the school found out that he was a criminal mastermind before coming to East Ville and you know how the school loves a clean record"
"Wow. And I liked Mr Bunnort" I said wistfully.
"We all did. Now let's go before Hermione comes and tells us who the teacher is"
We got to class in record time. Let me rephrase that: I got to class in record time. Dustin saw one of his hookups and decided to say hi. Or get a booty call.
I entered the almost filled class and took my seat beside the window. I placed my bag and my books on the table beside me and in front of me and waited for them to come.
That was when I noticed a movement beside me and I looked and saw a black boy carrying my bag and putting it on my table.
"Uh, sorry but that seat is already taken" I said.
He looked around before giving me a wide white open teeth smile.
"I don't see anybody claiming it. Finders keepers, losers weepers" I said then sat down on the chair and closed his eyes.
"Well, I'm sorry but the seat is taken" I said.
"And I'm sorry that I'm not listening to you" he said still closing his eyes not even giving me an half glance.
Arrogant much?
"I'm Fred by the way, Fred Meyer" he said.
I don't remember asking him for his name.
"And you are?"
"Not talking until you leave that chair" I called. He finally opened his eyes and gave me a cocky smirk.
"Well Not talking until you leave that chair, it's nice to meet you. I'm sure we are going to be very great friends"
Seriously?
Just at that moment, Dustin and Hermione entered the class. They looked around searching for me until I waved my hand to get their attention. They saw me and started walking towards me. But they stopped when they saw the unwanted visitor.
Hermione took the seat I kept for her in front of me and Dustin just stared at Fred. Then recognition flashed in his face and he tapped his body.
The black boy opened his eyes immediately and gave Dustin a smile.
"I saw you at the mall during the holidays?"
"Yeah. I'm Dustin"
"Fred. Is this your seat?" he asked pointing at the seat he was sitting on.
"Yeah. Tracy kinda kept it for me"
Fred looked at me and smirked like he just discovered Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of America.
"Tracy I'm sorry for taking the seat you kept for Dustin. Please accept my apologies" he said then stood up and went to the chair behind me.
Hermione just looked at me with a shocked can't open my mouth look. I gave her a shrug and faced the front just as the teacher entered.
He was a tall, pale man wearing a black shirt, black trousers and a black suit.
I was sitting at the far end of the class so omi couldn't really see the color of his face. But his hair was dirty brown.
"Good morning class. My name is Benson Dirkson. I'll be your new Literature teacher for the rest of the semester"
"Hey Benson, we have finally seen your father" a familiar voice said.
"Shut up Yarn" Hermione said with an eye roll.
Mr Dirkson opened his briefcase and brought out an attendance book.
"If I say your name, please say present"
On and on until he got to my name.
"Bouts, Tracy?"
"Present"
When he got to the letter M, Fred's name was first.
"Meyer, Fred"
"Present"
"According to this book, it says you are a transfer student. Correct?
"Yup"
"Please, it will make me really happy if you address me sir and use normal English to say the affirmative word. Answer me again."
"Yup" Fred answered.
Either the teacher failed to notice that or he did and was not in the mood to send him to the Principal's office.
"Can you please tell us a little about yourself?"
"Yup"
Snickers were heard the class and I saw Fred, from the corner of my eye give a satisfied smirk.
Of course he basks in attention.
"My full name is Frederick Alexandros Gullivan William Adedayo Meyer the fifth. The Adedayo is a Nigerian name that I love so much. I'm from a long line of wealth and I don't think it is going to end there. I'm actually Russian, a black Russian which I find super cool, but my ancestors migrated to America during the first world war. I'm a Californian transfered from there to here because let's be real, Cali is boring. Oh and my dad owns Meyer Industries and Companies" he said and sat down.
The entire class sat in shock as he told us the story. We all opened our mouths in shock and I'm sure I received a lot of glares from the girls.
"Oh and I'm buddies with the Kardasians" he added and gave a mock bow before seating.
Even Mr Dirkson was simply looking. I was worried that maybe he was a sculpture. Fortunately, he was the first to break the spell
"Alright class, let us bring out our Sherlock Holmes novel"
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