Being Watched

Chapter 3

Please don’t say section B, please don’t say section B, please don’t say section B, I keep on chanting in my head as the girl in the office takes out a blue folder.

“Here’s your weekly schedule which is also found on the door of your classroom,” She starts. “You are in section B.”

I almost scream in frustration. Of course with my bad luck, I have to end up in Jeremy’s class. How am I going to keep my secret from him if I’m in the same class as him for the next nine months?

“Thank you,” I tell the girl when she extends her arm to give me the folder.

“You’re welcome,” she replies. “Your classroom is the second door to the right on the first floor.”

I nod, memorizing that piece of information.

“Have a good day,” I tell her with a smile as I leave the office.

I tug at the strap of my bag when I reach the first floor, feeling extremely nervous. It’s now that it dawned on me that I don’t know a single person here. Except for Jeremy but he doesn’t know me.

I take a deep breath and hold the doorknob of the wooden door. I check once again on top of the door that it is the right classroom. When I see the big ‘B’ in red, I knock on the door, twist the doorknob, and go in.

Everyone stops talking and their eyes focus on me. I’m so bad with eye contact so I avoid them all. I look at the teacher that’s around thirty years old. He has short brown hair and light brown eyes. He doesn’t look strict which is a good sign and it makes me relax slightly.

“Good morning,” I say quietly.

“You must be Stephany,” the teacher says and I nod. “I’m Mr. Mark, your English teacher.”

I smile at him, feeling awkward.

“I know new students hate the whole ‘introduce yourself’ thing so I’ll skip it,” he says and I don’t bother hiding the sigh of relief. “Besides, I’m sure everyone will get to know you very well in the next nine months or so.”

I nod my head and thank the teacher. He seems pretty cool.

“Have a seat,” he then says and I scan the class from right to left, hoping to find an empty seat before spotting Jeremy. I find a seat in the fourth row to the right and walk to that desk which will probably be mine for the rest of the year.

When I sit down, I place my bag on the floor to the left like the rest of the students do. I look to the left when I feel someone staring at me and I try my best to keep a neutral face on as my eyes meet Jeremy’s blue ones. My breath caught in my throat at how beautiful he is, much more beautiful than the picture of him on my JaySpy.

“Hey,” he says easily. “I’m Jeremy.”

I know, I thought but of course I didn’t say it out loud. How weird would that be?

“Stephany,” I say, shaking his outstretched hand.

“I already know that,” he says, smirking at me.

My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen at his response. Well, that was before he says, “Mr. Mark just said that.”

“Oh,” I say, relaxing slightly. My secret is still safe.

He chuckles before focusing his attention back to Mr. Mark who is talking about some short story they read in class. I don’t know what it is because I wasn’t here for the first month. I don’t even have all my books yet.

I space out after a few minutes and Mr. Mark’s voice slowly fades. I blame it on the lack of sleep. My parents forced me to come here today even though I’m really tired. We just got to this town yesterday!

I jump in my chair when the blond girl in front of me turns abruptly and asks, “Do you have a pencil?”

I stare at her for a few seconds then Jeremy’s laugh snaps me out of it.

“Sorry,” she apologizes quickly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I laugh too because I must’ve looked like an idiot. “No worries, it wasn’t your fault. I just space out a lot.”

She smiles as I take out a new pencil and hand it to her.

“Thank you,” she says before turning back around to face the front of the class.

So far the people are friendly, I think to myself as I scribble random things on my copybook. I try my best not to think about Jeremy who is right next to me but it’s getting hard.

I still can’t believe that I get to meet him in person! The fact that I’m a creep keeps haunting me even when I try to push it back.

I mean seriously, who watches a stranger for three years?

I shake my head to clear the disturbing thoughts that are sadly a part of me. The bell rings, surprising me and I quickly glance at my watch. Sure enough, fifty minutes have passed already.

Everyone stands up and heads to the back of the class. Confused, I spin around in my seat and that’s when I notice the wooden lockers at the back of the class.

I soon find out that each locker has a number on it that corresponds to the number of each person in the class list according to alphabetical order.

I find locker number eleven open and empty so I immediately recognize it as mine.

I don’t talk to anyone and no one bothers talking to me in the two minutes while we’re waiting for the other teacher to come. A few students look at me curiously but they don’t do anything else.

Soon, a middle-aged teacher comes in. She has short black hair with a few white hairs in it. She dresses elegantly in a long pencil skirt, a white shirt tucked underneath, and black heels. A bit of makeup is gently coloring her face and she looks really pretty.

“Good morning,” she says with a friendly smile.

“Good morning Ms. Suzan,” I hear the students chorus.

“I see a new face,” she says, smiling at me.

“Hi,” I say awkwardly. “I’m Stephany.”

“Welcome to our school,” she says. “You’re lucky you’re in this class because they are the best out of the four sections.”

The students all agree saying that they are the ‘awesomest’ class in the school. Maybe another person would consider himself lucky but I didn’t think I was lucky because I have Jeremy right next to me in class.

Ms. Suzan tells us to take out our Biology book which is one of those huge books that you can barely carry. It is one of the books that I have so I take it out along with a light green copybook.

She starts explaining and I instantly feel relieved because they are studying the same thing like my old school so it’s easy for me to catch up with them.

I end up taking the few needed notes in biology and keep a mental note to bring the copybook I used at my old school from now on.

Turns out, the school program is very similar to that of my old school. My parents did a good job while picking the school.

The blond girl in front of me, Emma, is really friendly and funny. We spend the whole period of Sociology making fun of the balding teacher. This teacher is probably the ugliest man I have ever seen. He has a bit of black hair that looks like it hadn’t been washed for months and his belly is going to explode at some point. He is extremely short as well and his face is too small for his big nose. His black beard is just as disgusting as his black hair.

Another annoying thing about that teacher is his high voice. I think he has some sort of hearing problem because he can’t seem to talk in a low voice. The advantage is that he doesn’t hear us when we’re talking while the disadvantage is that we’ll end up having a massive headache.

“How did his wife ever sleep with him? He’s disgusting!” Emma says.

“Emma!” I yell at her. “Eww that’s gross!”

“You want to know what’s really gross?” She asks and then continues without waiting for an answer. “His son. He’s the ugliest ten-year old you can find.”

“Oh come on,” I say, rolling my eyes at her. “Now you’re just exaggerating.”

“I am not!” She defends.

“I was an ugly kid, too,” I tell her, shuddering at how horrible I looked as a kid. I think it was around eighth grade when I started to look better.

She snorts. “That’s not possible. You’re so pretty!”

I blush slightly at her compliment because I’m not used to people telling me that I’m pretty. I think I’m average.

“Thanks,” I say. “But really, I was ugly. I’ll show you a picture when they give us back our cell phones.”

Why I have a baby picture on my iPhone is beyond me. I never bother to delete it.

“Were you fat?” She asks.

“I was extremely fat, they should’ve made it illegal to be that chubby,” I reply and she laughs but I also notice that another laugh joins hers. A manly and sexy laugh that I can recognize anywhere.

I blushed when I realize that Jeremy is listening to our conversation.

“I was a fat baby, too,” he says, smiling at me.

“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise because I already know that. I’ve seen many pictures of him as a baby in his room but he was such a cute baby with those blue eyes!

“Yeah,” he says.

For the next few seconds, we just stare into each other’s eyes and I feel my heart beating faster. His eyes in reality—not behind the camera—are much prettier.

“So,” Emma says, breaking our eye contact. I blush slightly when I see her lips forming a slight smirk. She caught me getting lost in his eyes and I can’t be more embarrassed! “How was your old school like?”

“It was smaller,” I say. “And it was a public school, not a private one. And I had to run to my classes or I’ll end up staying outside for being late.”

She chuckles and asks me how many times I got kicked out of class for being late.

“I lost count after the seventh time,” I say.

“More than seven times in one month?” She asks, her eyes widening in shock.

I shrug because that was normal for me especially with Mr. Baker as my English teacher. That guy hates me and kicks me out even if I’m literally one second late!

“Most of the times it’s because of my English teacher,” I tell her. “He hates me for some reason. The guy did a freaking happy dance in front of the whole class the day I told him that I’m leaving.”

Jeremy laughs along with Emma and I think that I can never get tired of his laugh. I remember his laugh three years ago. It was more childish and girly—even his voice was a bit girly back then—but now he has the deepest, sexiest, voice and laugh.

“I’m guessing you’re not as innocent as you look,” he says, cutting my thoughts. He smirks at me as I smile innocently.

“He shouldn’t hold grudges,” I say. “It was two years ago when I thought his wife was a guy!”

He burst out laughing as Emma shakes her head, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“How did you manage to do that?” She asks and my cheeks turn slightly red at the memory.

 And as I tell them, I have a flashback of that day.

It was two years ago when I went with my mom to the supermarket to buy things we needed for Christmas dinner. It was the first year Mr. Baker teaches me. I met him in the supermarket with his wife, which I thought was a guy. She was extremely fat and she was dressed in baggy jeans, a blue shirt and a black men’s jacket (or that was how I saw it).

Her hair was cut short, like Mr. Baker’s hair, and she had some facial hair. Really, she looked like a guy.

They were holding hands and I already knew that Mr. Baker was married because of the ring he wore every day.

“Hello Mr. Baker,” I greeted him.

“Hello Stephany,” He replied.

I glanced at his wife (which I thought was his husband back then) and smiled at her.

“Wow Mr. Baker, I never thought you rolled that way,” I said to him. He frowned and his wife did too.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Oh no, don’t get me wrong,” I said quickly. “I’m okay with gay marriage I just never suspected you were one of those.”

“Stephany, what are you talking about?” He asked, confusing me.

“Your husband,” I said, pointing at the guy—woman—next to him.

“I’m his wife!” She said and my eyes widened in shock. My eyes darted between the two as they both glared angrily at me.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I felt my cheeks heat up at the embarrassment and all I wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow me.

Thankfully, mom called me at that moment. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“S-see you in school,” I called to Mr. Baker and ran towards my mom.

By the time I finish the story, Emma and Jeremy are clutching their sides as they laugh their heart out.

“You sure are something, Stephy,” Jeremy says when their laughter dies out.

I grimace at the nickname. I hate it. No one calls me that anymore, after the whole thing with Parker since he was the only one who used to call me that.

“Don’t call me that,” I tell him, not wanting to think of the past, but I have to admit, hearing him say it is much better than Parker saying it and I kind of like it.

“Why not?” he asks curiously. “I like it.”

“I don’t,” I say, knowing that it’s a complete lie but if he starts calling me that then everyone will start calling me that and I don’t want this to happen.

“You’ll get used to it,” he says. “’Cause that’s what I’ll be calling you from now on.”

I sigh, knowing there’s no point in arguing because Jeremy is stubborn and he’ll do what he wants.

“Whatever,” I mutter under my breath.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks teasingly.

“Yes,” I snap even though I’m not really angry. I just felt like playing with him like he is playing with me.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he states and I feel my cheeks heating up. I try to cover it up but by the smirk on his face I know that I didn’t succeed.

“Player,” I mutter under my breath and he laughs. I know he’s not a player though. With his looks and all, you would think he is one, but actually he’s not.

He respects girls and relationships. Sounds perfect, right?

Sure he has his flaws but he’s the kind of guy that’s very rare to find nowadays. I prefer his flaws like stubbornness and arrogance, over him being a player and having no respect for girls.

Emma snorts and I feel surprised for a bit because I completely forgot about her.

“He’s anything but a player,” She says.

“Really?” I ask incredulously. My acting skills are getting better, I think proudly. “He looks like one.”

“I know I’m hot,” he says arrogantly and I roll my eyes at him. “But unlike other guys, I respect girls.”

I smile at that. “It’s nice to know that guys like that still exist.”

He grins and before he can say anything else, Emma speaks, “Not really. I enjoy a more interesting relationship with a player.”

“How can someone like that kind of relationship? A player ends up breaking your heart,” I say.

“Not if you break his first,” she replies, winking at me.

I chuckle and shake my head at her. Apparently, she’s the number one player.

Surprisingly, my day is much better than I expect. I get to know my new classmates better and I don’t feel like an outsider much. Maybe this moving away is not such a bad thing after all.

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