Chapter three

“Can I have a very good reason why you are late?” The teacher asked.

The drop dead gorgeous guy who I heard his name as Adrian Sanders shrugged, “I’m sorry Mr. Peterson but I ran into traffic and I had to wait for it to clear.”

“Are you running out of excuses? Because if I am to remind you, that was your excuse last week Friday,” Mr. Peterson folded his arms on his chest, waiting for him to defend himself.

“Is it? Oh, but today is Monday Mr. Peterson, there can still be traffic, don't you think?” He raised an eyebrow with a beautiful smile playing on his lips and I knew immediately that if Mr. Peterson was Mrs. Peterson, she would have let him go to his seat, but too bad, he isn’t.

Mr. Peterson sighed, “there is a new girl in class, after class, you are to show her around and her locker, is that understood?”

“Mr. Peterson, can I please know why I have to be some girl’s tour guide?” Adrian asked, running his hand through his shiny hair. He has some balls referring to me as some girl, did I say he is handsome? Bah, he is the ugliest guy I have ever seen and I was tempted to stand up and say that to his face but I held myself, I have done enough episodes for one day.

“That’s the punishment you get for being late, but if you don’t want to do that, you can choose to clean the toilet,” Mr. Peterson said and I smiled, that’s good for him but then I understood that Mr. Peterson actually compared me to the toilet. I mean who would prefer cleaning the toilets when they have to choose between the toilet and a person? What insult? I turned my glare to Mr. Peterson and he was lucky he is my calculus teacher and I will forgive him just for that.

“Whatever. I will tour the girl.”

“Good, now go to your seat.” I watched him walk to a seat with a pretty blonde girl already sitting on it, the girl smiled sexily to him and he winked at her before sitting down. He whispered something to her and she pouted before turning to look at me. I looked away immediately not to be caught staring, still angry at the terms our teacher used at me.

The class continued as if nothing happened and I felt a poke on my back, I turned quietly to look at Christy with a raised eyebrow. “You are damn lucky, you get to have Adrian tour you around, I mean, what kind of luck do you have?”

“I don’t even want him to tour me and I don’t have any luck,” I replied a little bit angry, what the hell does she mean by I have luck? Just because some guy is going to tour me around? I don’t even want anybody to, especially him.

“What the hell? Do you know who he is? That is Adrian Sanders…”

“Captain of the football team?” I added, after all, every boy like him in all the schools I have been to is the captain.

“Um, no, Adrian doesn't even play football.”

I raised an eyebrow, now that caught me by surprise, “then he is the captain of the basketball team.”

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head.

“So what is he the captain of?”

“None.”

“What?” I shrieked.

“Ms. Davis, you wouldn’t want to visit the detention room on your first day would you?” Mr. Peterson called to me and I turned on my seat to realize that everyone was looking at me.

I gulped and shook my head, “no sir.”

“Good,” he nodded and continued with his teaching.

I looked around once more and my eyes met with ocean blue ones, he was staring at me as if I amused him and I rolled my eyes at him in time to hear Christy muttering, “sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I replied to her, wanting to concentrate on the class.

“Let’s meet in the cafeteria during break period, we can talk more then.”

“Okay,” I answered, turning to the board but yet again, my eyes took me to the right side of the room and my eyes clashed with his again, he smiled at me and I ignored him, turning my gaze back to the board. What is he expecting, that I’m going to wave at him and smile after he had addressed me as some girl? In his dreams.

***

The class was finally over and when I looked at my calendar, my next class was English and it’s in the east block, uggh, how am I going to find it now? I packed my belongings into my bag when I heard a book slamming on my desk. I looked up to meet with the girl that was flirting with that Adrian guy all through the class period. She had really nice green eyes and it complimented her oval face, she is beautiful, no doubt but I already have a feeling that she must be the school bitch.

“And how can I help you?” I asked with all the goodness in me, trying to be as gentle as I can be.

“I promised my baby boo that I will tour you on his behalf, so get your ass up that chair.”