HAZEL'S POV
I walked gingerly towards the literature class fuming. I never liked the idea of joining the literature department. It would keep me separate from my boyfriend and I don't like it one bit. My dad thinks I've got the talent for writing which of course is true but does that mean one must choose a department according to what he does best?
I got to the door of the classroom stopping when I realized I arrived late. The class was already ongoing. Well, not like I will get punished. I'm new to the department afterall. I walked in and all attention became focused on me. Some students began whispering between themselves. Some guys winked at me and I rolled my eyes. Mr Anthony. The instructor in charge cocked his eyebrow.
"Hazel? Did you miss your way?" He said and the class chuckled. I forced a smile and walked up to him.
"I'm changing departments. I'm joining the literature department now." I said and he smiled, the whispers increased.
" Finally discovered your purpose? It's good girl. You'll make a good fit in here." He said smiling at me.
I knew he wanted the best for me. Mr Anthony was one of those teachers who would do anything possible to bring up a child in line with their talents. He was always on my neck about joining the literature department ever since I composed an anthem for the literary club last year. I smiled back but wasn't satisfied though. I had the ability but not the knowledge which I knew would be hard to grab.
His eyes scanned through the class and he then pointed. "Go sit with Archer. It's the last available seat here. Hopefully, we'll get more before the session ends." He said and I looked around the class wondering who Archer was. I turned back to him confused. He looked at me.
"Any problem?"
"Sorry. I don't..... Who's Archer?" I asked and the whole class erupted in laughter. Mr Anthony hushed them.
"Archer. Get up." He said and the weak, timid but handsome dude who got intimidated in the cafeteria stood with his head bowed. I raised my eyebrows. Seriously? Now I have to sit with this loser.
"Sorry sir. Can I get somewhere else?" I asked.
Mr Anthony frowned. " Why?"
" Royals don't sit with pests." Someone said from the back of the class and the whole class erupted in another round of laughter. Mr Anthony hushed them again and sighed.
"It's the last available seat. What can I do?" He replied. I groaned and looked at Archer. His face was covered with his hands breathing deeply. He suddenly got up and walked towards Mr Archer.
"I'll like to use the restroom sir." He demanded.
"You can go Archer. But you can't return till the lesson's over."
" I'm fine with it." He said and walked out obviously in anger. I felt somehow hurt though and pitied him.
"I'll take the seat sir." I said and took the chair beside him.
Mr Anthony looked out the door and sighed returning back to the teaching.