I and Emily were casually strolling down the hall to our next class, which was History and we turned out to be attending the same class when I realized someone was dashingly approaching me. I retreated to see Jason Howard in my vision line. Him again. It was undeniable he wanted to piss the crap out of me. I clenched my fists tightly as if I was about to attack him in the abs and turned away to keep walking, at a much faster pace.

“Hey, wait up, Sam” – He ran as his feet hit the tile hard, creating the ‘thump thump’ sound in a very fluent beat.

I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear him call my name. So bad this jackass was a master at sports. He finally overstepped me so he was standing in-front now.

“What do you want?” – My feet stopped but my anger was flying. “And stop calling me Sam. You are not sanctioned to call me that’ – I hissed audibly.

“Whatever. I like that name on you so I’ll keep calling you that’ – He grinned, flashing me his pearly white teeth. It was so disturbing when he looked this cute. Urgh, I am a pathetic loser. Who falls for the face anymore? Except some A-list stars and I am not them.

“What did you eat last night. Howard?” – I blurred out, not bothering to rethink my words.

“Huh?’ -  Howard seemed confused.

“I am asking what you ate last night. I guess it must have been something really rare and may have contained some gene-modification element so it resulted in your sudden manner and behavior changes’ – I said, giving him much of an eye roll.

“What was that? Sudden manner and behavior changes? Come on, I am always a nice person” – He said acerbically with sarcasm dripping in every word.

“If being contemptuous and insulting people are what they consider nice these day then you’re it” – See? When it comes to being sarcastic, I am always the best. No one could beat me, at one point or another. I could win if there were a contest of who could be the most cynical.

“I am nice to people who deserves it” – He explained with a smirk crossing his face. Urgh! That stupid smirk.

“Stop that stupid smirk, don’t you. And mind you, I only talk to people who quote-unquote deserve it” – I glared at him for a second then pushed him aside to move forward to my History class.

“We’ll have to discuss bout the name of our couple later” – He shouted aloud for me to hear.

“Just call it Ducklings. Period!” – I screamed without turning to look at him.

I just came to realize that all the teachers at Nothing High found it interesting to torture their students and the way they did that was unfamiliar. First our English teacher played that pair-up thing. Now Mr. History wanted to play cool by suggesting a dumb game in which we wrote down one question in a piece of paper and he would toss it and give it to other students randomly. He stated that its point was for us to get to know each other better. I stated that he was just dumbly trying to waste time.

History had never been the love of mine. I never got the point of studying about what happened in the preceding time and revisiting the situations that you could not adjust since they belonged in the past. And now with that Writing-Each-Question-Down teacher, goodbye, History.

“You, yeah, you.” – He raised his voice and pointed in my way. I turned around to catch a glimpse of the poor kid he called up. “No, no, you, the one who is retreating”- He continued his nasal voice. Holly fried chicken wings, is he calling me up? I turned around instantly to see his jade colored eyes engraving on my face.

‘Hmm. Yeah?” – I realized I sounded a bit shaky. What was he gonna do to me? I had no freaking idea, even just a tiny bit of an idea.

“Give me your question” – He ordered and flung out his arms as if to signal me to move and hand him the cramped piece of paper in my hand.

“I don’t think I finish my question” – I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“Then finish it instantly and hand me yours” – His eyes dilated. His pupils grew. Somebody said it was the sign of interest. I said it was a fair warning, like if I didn’t do what he told he would chop my head off or even worse, call my mother.

I scribbled down some words and hoped at least the grammar was perfect. I stood up and slouched to his table in front and handed him my question.

“Good. Now you could go back to your seat.” – He said as his eyes scanned the whole room. I know he was finding someone to answer my question. Fingers crossed. Let’s hope he picks Emily. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Instead, he selected a boy whose face was unaccustomed to me. I didn’t know him for sure. All I knew was he was actually pretty hot with a lightly curly brown hair and a pair of twinkling sapphire eyes. I bet this guy is a good catch.

He flipped the piece of paper inside out and silently read my question and cracked a smile.

Oh no, for a boy to answer this is not oh-so-cool. Frankly, for anyone to answer that stupid question of mine is disastrous.

“Come on, Evans, Read the question aloud” – Mr. History sounded impatient.

What? Read the question aloud? Why didn’t he tell me all the question would be read aloud? What kind of prank this is?

“Hmm. Okay” – There is a hint of hesitancy in his voice but he continued: “This is the question I received: Did you shave your legs today?” – He couldn’t speak anymore because laughter had gotten in his way. He couldn’t stop laughing as well as the whole class, except Mr. History. His face turned red as an evident sign of irritation.

“It is unacceptable, you, what’s your name by the way?” – If fire could talk, this is how it would have sounded like.

“Samantha James” – My voice was at its lowest volume.

“James. I am so disappointed with your question. What were you thinking? And class, stop laughing” – He cried. What kind of men cries??? Well, this man does.  

The uproar sound in the classroom desisted, replaced by some giggles which were actually too loud for giggles.

“I was really out of mind.” – I murmured.

“No excuse, please” – He glanced my way with much of a dead glare.

“But you were askin” – I attempted to defense but was instantly got cut down by a ear-shattering, metal-scratching-like scream from the old man: “DETENTION! And Evans you are going to detention too for reading the question aloud”

“What? But it was you who asked me to read it aloud” – Evans’s eyes popped out.

“Say no more, no less. Class, Dismiss!” -  With that he stormed out of the classroom.

I could foresee ten years from now, this man would actually blame his mouth for eating his cup cakes and send it to human’s facial feature detention. What a crazy weirdo this man is!

“Do you need me to wait for you until your detention time is over?” – Emily questioned when we both warily slouched out of the classroom.

“Nope. I’ll be fine.” – I grinned at her. Emily was so nice and friendly. She evidently was not the ‘It’ girl type of person but she was not a geek either. She was just normal, like how they describe a typical teenager who is the going-to-class-then-getting-back-home type of girl. She may take place in some extracurricular activities but it was not because she found it interesting or anything. Being simply as it is, she saw it as a bonus mark to her continual assess so she could get to college much more easier.

“Okay, Call me later and let me know if Mr. Thompson (oh now I know Mr. History name) chop your head off. Okay?”

I laughed lightly: “You think I can still talk with my head chopped off? Anyhow, I’ll call you when detention is over” – I gave her an assuring look.

“Good girl. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” – We exchanged a good bye for now wave then I darted to the detention room. It would be a trauma if I was late for detention. Possibly, they could have an extra-detention punishment for people being late for detention. With a weird school flocked with weird teachers like this, anything can happen.

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Author's note: So chapter 4 is bum bum bum OUT! lol 

Yeah yeah I know it is short, even shorter than chapter 3 but hey, I've gotten an excuse.

I am damn busy. Okay, that is a lame excuse but I really am exhausted as the final test is coming up so I've gotten a heck of a lot of papers to hand in time and some tests to study for. Those two boring things have been taking up most of my day time so I can only write at night. So, forgive me if this is shorter than you expect. Next chapter will be longer (well, much more like would be, I guess lol)

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