I made my way to Mrs. Darson math class wanting to make sure I'm early. Me and Mrs. Darson has never gotten along. Never. Acoording to her I don't know when to shut up and I think she is as stuck up as you could get. She tries to find every possible way to get under my skin so she has a reason to give me a detention, or if she is lucky a suspension. Usually she does not have to do much for me to take the bait, not caring about the consequences at all. Not this year. I made a promise to my father and I'm going to try my hardest to keep it.
I reach my destination and head to the back of the class where my bestfriend sits. I sit down beside her and let out a deep sigh while massaging my temple. I hear a laugh beside me and turn to look at my bestfriend Paris who is looking at me with humour lighting up her eyes.Paris ladies and gentlemen. My bestfriend for life. Paris is nowhere near Asian. Not even close, but somehow her eyes has that almond shape and Asian look. It's the first thing you will always notice about her. Paris has jet black hair but she dyed it charcoal silver and cut it in a slightly long bob. It fits her round face well. I'm trying to figure out how she pull this hairstyle off but not surprised she did.
"It is the first day of school, stop being so dramatic." She said with laughter in her voice. I don't know what kind of bestfriend you have, but I have one that laughs at my problems. I would be ranting about my problems meanwhile she would just be laughing her ass off. Exhibit A.
"I am nothing if not dramatic. You almost look like tinkerbell sister with that hairstyle but you look great as usual. I tell her. She smiles and do a flip of her hair that is way too short to flip now. I laugh just as the Mrs. Darson enters the class. I immediately sober up. I keep repeating in my head the promise I made my father. Best behaviour.
"You'll be fine. just keep a low profile and ignore all comments." Paris said in a encoraging tone and I couldn't help but let out a scoff.
"Your telling me now, at the start of our senior year to keep a low profile." I say sarcastically. "Not to sound like a pessimist but I think it's too late for a low profile."
"You are being a pessimist and you never know." I simply roll my eyes at this. Mrs. Darson turn to face the class and immediately the class is silent. She stand with a frown on her face. I swear I have never seen her smile. Not once. Her eyes search the class and stop when they land on me. Her frown deepen if that's even possible.
"Miss Ella Clarke what a pleasant surprise to see you in my senior class." She said with a deep scowl on her face, and I just stare at her without saying anything. It really will not end well if I answer and I'm going for best behaviour this year.
When I made the promise to my father it seem actually attainable, but now this task is looking more impossible by the hour. Before Mrs. Darson could say anything else the classroom doors open. I took my eyes off Mrs. Darson and towards the person standing at the front of the class and suddenly I can't breath.
I let out a surprised gasp and immediately all attention goes towards me but I really couldnt care right now. My attention stays on the the person whose eyes are now on me. Black designer shoes, black skinny jeans that I know for a fact was low enough that if that white t shirt rides up you would see the name of his underpants. He has on his signature black leather jacket with the outfit and his black hair was messy on his head. Not like he ever wore it any other way.
He smirked in my direction and I swear my heart stops. I know that smirk. That smirk tells me everything I need to know. That smirk tells me I am in trouble. That smirk tells me that my world is about to turn upside down. Again. I stare at him wondering if this is really happening or if I am dreaming. He broke eye contact and turn towards the teacher not at all phase that the class is dead silent. He smirked at Mrs. Darson and with a tone that is anything but apologetic he finally open his mouth.
"Sorry I'm late"