The F In All Subjects
1039 Words
Kian Carter's Point Of View.
I walked toward my seat at the back of the classroom, with an unreadable expression. My hair was still wet from the shower I had taken after the chaos, and thankfully the muddy water was no longer staining my uniform. Unfortunately, the memory still was.
My eyes moved toward the front row automatically, Stacy was sitting at the first bench near the windows, her back was straight while there were a stack of books on her desk. The muddy stains on her white shirt were still visible despite her obvious attempt to clean them.
A group of girls beside her were laughing while glancing toward her and she sat there pretending none of it bothered her at all. Interesting.
"You are seriously just letting her get away with that?" Liam said, as he sat in the chair beside mine while shaking his head in disbelief. "She threw muddy water at your face in front of half the school."
"Honestly, I still cannot believe she touched me with that disgusting blazer," Callie muttered and crossed one leg over the other before letting out an irritated sigh while examining her perfectly clean sleeve again.
"I am not going to lie," Tom admitted with a laugh, while glancing toward Stacy. "That was probably the most interesting thing that has happened at Greenfield all year."
I turned my head toward Tom and gave him a look from the corner of my eye. The amusement on his face grew, after noticing my reaction, which somehow made him look even more entertained by the situation.
"Interesting? She publicly humiliated Kian," Liam scoffed, his eyes shifted toward me afterward, expecting me to be furious.
"And survived," Tom added in a casual tone while shrugging one shoulder without a trace of concern.
Liam went silent for a second, the disbelief on his face slowly shifted into reluctant realization. His mouth opened slightly as though he wanted to argue back, but no words came out this time.
Around Greenfield Academy, people talked about me constantly, but never openly challenged and walked away untouched afterward. Yet somehow, Stacy Forbes had done exactly that in front of half the school. Even Liam seemed to understand how unusual that was.
"Come on, Kian, let's spread something nasty about her. One rumor alone could destroy her precious scholarship reputation within a week." Callie said with a smirk as though the idea genuinely entertained her while spinning a pen between her fingers. Liam nod his head in excitement.
"Or better yet," She continued, while narrowing her eyes towards me and expecting a reaction. "We could make Greenfield completely unbearable for her." At that, my gaze shifted back toward Stacy again.
"No," I said while leaning back in my chair. My voice remained calm, but the warning following it was enough to make all of them confused.
"Hah?" Liam asked, as he frowned, and straightened a little in his seat. His eyes stayed fixed on me as though he thought he had misunderstood what I had just said for a moment.
Tom raised an eyebrow while the corner of his mouth curled with amusement. Unlike Liam, he looked more curious about my reaction than surprised by it. "Well," He commented, "That sounds mildly concerning."
"Oh please," Callie scoffed loudly in annoyance, while staring at me in shock. "Did we hear that right?" Her earlier confidence disappeared as she crossed her arms tighter against her chest.
I kept my eyes fixed on Stacy while speaking again, watching her scribble something inside her notebook, completely unaware of the conversation happening behind her.
"Yes. If anyone ruins her life," I said with a calm tone, while tapping my fingers on my desk, "It will be me." Everyone around me, stared at Stacy with a strange silence.
Liam looked uneasy. Callie looked more frustrated than confused. Meanwhile, Tom only leaned back farther into his chair, watching me with an expression that suggested he had already figured out something the rest of them had not.
Before any of them could question me further, the classroom bell rang through the room. Students hurried back to their seats while conversations slowly died down.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Bennett entered carrying a thick stack of papers in her arms. She adjusted her glasses, and looked around the room with the same exhausted expression she wore almost every morning.
"Morning, students. I hope all of you are emotionally prepared for disappointment," She announced, while dropping the stack of papers onto her desk at the front of the classroom.
Several students groaned immediately after hearing her words. Meanwhile, I dragged a hand lazily across my jaw, already knowing exactly where this morning was heading, wondering how much worse this day was planning to get.
"As expected," Mrs. Bennett said while glancing toward the front row, "First place goes to Stacy Forbes, our scholarship girl."
Stacy barely reacted. She adjusted the notebook on her desk and remained sitting in her seat as though being the topper of the class no longer surprised her. A few students clapped around the classroom while others sighed in jealousy. Interesting.
Mrs. Bennett continued reading the rankings while students either celebrated or looked miserable depending on their results. Eventually, her eyes lifted toward the back of the classroom.
"And lastly, Kian Carter." She said in a loud tone while looking unimpressed toward me, over the rim of her glasses, holding up my results sheet between her fingers. "An F in every single subject,"
A few quiet laughs spread through the classroom, but the moment I looked around, almost immediately, everyone silenced.
My eyes shifted toward the front row. Stacy had turned slightly in her seat now, her fingers were still resting on the edge of her notebook. Unlike everyone else, she was not amused, almost like she felt bad for me. Interesing.
While she looked a little uncomfortable under my stare and her fingers tightened around the edge of her notebook, an idea crossed my mind then, and it was enough to make the corner of my mouth lift into a smirk.
Stacy Forbes loved being Greenfield Academy's topper, Right? Maybe it was time someone ruined that for her and who better than me.
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