Highschool Highs

Highschool Highs(Chapter-3)

"Get up!" his deep voice freed me from the captivity of his as deep eyes.

I didn't say anything as I was busy admiring his looks and his muscular physique. He had that kind of looks that I almost forgot to adhere to the fact that how arrogant he was sounding.

"If you're done scanning me, get up from here, SHRIMP!" he said with a smirk as if he were used to such glances. 

wait, what? Shrimp? I'm not that short, this remark annoyed me to the extent that I lost my temper and recoiled.

"Hey, Why can't I sit here. I got here before you, so I should get to sit here & there wasn't any name tag that this seat is devoted to Mr......Whatever that whoever will dare to sit here will be hanged & how dare you call me shrimp ", I finished but ended up having entire class staring at us in utter shock.

Okay, was this little speech of mine that awkward that the whole class was glaring at me. I guess it wasn't. It was a rather exaggerated reaction. I didn't expected that, no one will as it was just a normal conversation that could happen between classmates.

"Oops ,  you weren't supposed to say that", as I made out from his accent, a Spanish boy said chuckling. Mr. Whatever shot him a death glare shutting him up.

His very next move was completely unexpected he forced me towards the wall side and sat next to me comfortably placing his legs over the table, further worsening my anger.

"Hell No! you can't sit here", I said getting up.

"Well, this seat hasn't got your name too, moreover I won't mind sharing my seat with a new chic and as I can say from your first impression even you don't have any problem with me sitting beside you ".

To me it was the limit of tolerating someone but as I was about to burst, Mr. Pastor entered the room. For the sake of my first impression I sank into my seat quietly moreover, he was a family friend. He smirked. Some of the girls of the class were still gaping at him with flirtatious looks and at me; with disgust. God knows why? I tried to focus on the white board as Mr. Pastor was about to begin with the class.

Mr. Pastor was not that aged, he would be somewhere close to his thirties. He was a sheer English man with looks and features; all inherited from pure English ancestors. He seemed a nice man.

As  soon as the teacher got out(as someone called him), irritated by the stares and suffocated by his sitting position , I tried to open the window on my side to let in some air but failed miserably because it was stuck and I'm Dwayne Johnson. I tried my best but it didn't open.

After a minute, I sensed an arm stretched over my back, hand pressed against the window. This movement of his was quite sleek. With the speed of light, I turned my head towards him in order to come face to face with him & yelled, "What the hell are you doing ?"

He leaned in, further narrowing the distance between us. My eyes wide opened and my heart was about to escape my chest, pounding was as audible. I can surely tell he can hear it as clearly as someone's speech partially because of the hard beating and partially because of the narrow separation between. 

"Don't you dare come any closer", I forced words out of my mouth.

(TSK!!)

The sound of the window opening caused me to look back. The window was wide opening, letting in the fresh air but it didn't bring relief to me instantly. He had opened the window behind me whilst I was facing him. His arm retreated as fast as it was appeared.

My heart was still in the same state. I was beyond shocked and there he was showcasing his million - dollar smirk. I can bet that his attempt wasn't to open the window for me but was to annoy me.

"Ms. Byrne",  Mr. Pastor startled me. He dragged me into the real world where there was other people as well and I wasn't alone trapped with him. 

"You are lagging . As I can see you need to do some extra work in order to catch up with the rest of the class and I'll give you a project, do complete it and it will help you to earn extra credits".

"Sure Sir, please give me some time, I'll do all that I can to cover up, thank you, its so generous of you", I said putting myself together.

"Yes, you will be given enough time to complete it but delay in submission won't be considered at all. Ava will help you", he stated pointing towards a pretty, tall girl.

"Sure Sir", she said in her shrill voice.

I passed a warm smile as she turned to see me. She smiled back.

"Mr. Turner can you please down your legs !" Mr. Pastor said pointing towards my seat, soon I realized that he had referred to the jerk who was lounging on the seat with his arms crossed under his head.

He totally ignored the teacher(I can't think of doing so even in my dream). He wasn't listening at all as if he knew everything about what Mr. Pastor was teaching.

Mr. Pastor let out a sigh & returned to what he was teaching. 

Thanks to God, the jerk didn't humiliated me further and I listened to Mr. Pastor with utmost concentration (as I was already lagging). He's a good teacher and have a way with the student's understanding approach. 

The bell rang signaling the end of the class. He jumped out of the seat , united with his clan and left the room, only after laying a glare at me.

"Jerk", muttered.   

I gathered my stuff and got up to leave the class.