During exam, I was so freaking bored I decided to start off a story. It was very spontaneous as I was really, really bored. I had a hard time deciding whether to go with the Malaysian style or the British/American. Finally I chose British/American. But I know it's not really good. Cuz I've never experienced it before... Its not finished yet so its continuos. Its an evil scheme to keep you hooked to my blog. Mwahahahahahaha!!!! Ok, here goes--
I took a deep breath and walked into the classroom holding only my pencil box. My eyes scanned the classroom, searching for a place to sit. Everyone was already at their places. I sighed inwardly and walked towards my usual seat- the corner. As I was walking to my seat, one of the jocks stretched out his legs casually and tripped me.
The whole class erupted in laughter as I scrambled up. Thank God I was wearing my skinny jeans. I quickly stood up and walked to my seat whilst hiding behind my thick black fringe, hoping no one noticed my pale face blushing.
I sat down as a wave of anger and frustration washed over my body. I
hated those jocks. Thinking they're so cool, being the apple of the teacher's eye, making fun of me at every chance. Was I pissed?
Heck Yeah.
But I could do nothing. I'm just the Emo kid. The dark one. The loner. My duty at school? Shut up and be ignored. I sighed again.
The teacher walked into our classroom carrying a stack of papers, late as usual. We were going to have our monthly exam today, and our bags were all left outside in case we cheat or something.
Mr Finch was wearing a purple shirt with the most
hideous yellow tie. It even had prints of kittens on it.
Ugly.
'Class, we're going to have a test today.' Like
that wasn't obvious enough.' hope you will discipline yourselves during this test.'
Finishing that, he threw the stack of papers down on the desk of the student in front of him and settled down at the teacher's desk holding a hardback book and said:'Start!'
The rustling of paper could be heard as everyone got started on their paper.
I couldn't be bothered to open my paper. My eyes scanned the room for something interesting.
The nerds at the front were giving great enthusiasm in their paper.
The 'Populars' - the jocks and the cheerleaders were patiently waiting for the nerds to hand in their paper so that they can copy it.
That's why their grades are so good.
The 'Low' gang at the other corner of the room was too not bothered to open their paper. They were doodling over it, some applying makeup, styling their hair and a couple were even making out.
I rolled my eyes at them and started at my paper. History.
Not my favorite subject. So I tried a little and gave up.
Who cares? No one cares about me.
Suddenly, someone sneezed. It was an extremely fake one.
The whole class erupted in giggles and all eyes turned to the class clown.
My heart thudded more quickly.
The teacher rolled his eyes, told us to shut up and get on with the test.
The class clown-- Vincent flashed his pearly whites at everyone and it lingered at me for quite some time.
I hided behind my fringe and my heart thudded faster and harder. Dammit. This always happens when he looks at me. I blamed this mostly on my hormones. They were going slightly crazy...
But why does he have to be so damned
cute??
His tanned skin was flawless. And so was his slightly muscular body. His warm hazel eyes were ringed with long eyelashes. His hair was slightly long and not too styled. He was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. Every time I look at him, it takes my breath away.
I blushed slightly and turned my focus back to the stupid test. It was unbearable. I could feel his eyes boring through my fringe. I tilted my head more downward and tried to ignore him.
But, I couldn't resist a tiny peek.
He saw me looking up and flashed me a cheeky grin. My heart skipped a beat. Its a wonder I didn't get a heart attack right on the spot.
At this point. Mr Finch shut his book with a sharp snap and stood up. He announced:'Class, the test is finished. Please leave your paper on the desks and go collect your bags.'
With that, everyone stood up and walked outside for their bags. They were in a lively chatter about the test.
I could see Vincent sighed inwardly and stand up. The guy who was sitting next to him immediately started to talk to him. Vincent reluctantly moved his gaze off me.
I didn't bother to stand up. I just felt slightly disappointed. This was not the first time it happened. It was always like this. Just when he looked like he had the urge to talk to me, something always distracts him. I felt slightly pissed and slightly sad...
But, I'm not giving up. I won't give up until what I want to happen happens.
ALL of them.
