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Chapter two:

You have got to be kidding me!

It's been twenty minutes and here we are, waiting for the teacher to show up. Turns out Mr. Whatever his name is really doesn't like his job, because he is most definitely going to be fired at this rate.

Not that I'm complaining though. I hate history. It's the worst subject ever and for sure the most boring. Like there's a reason it's history!

And then there's the fact that I'd rather spend all my eight-five minutes gossiping away with my best friend rather than sitting down silently taking notes about some shit on Shakespeare.

"Do you think he's ever going to show up?" Ashley mutters, clearly getting tired of standing for so long.

That was the one disadvantage of this situation.

"Honestly? Probably."

"There he is!" One kid hollers next to us, receiving a bunch of groans.

Yeah I feel you, bud, I feel you.

"Finally," Ashley says lowly, fist bumping the air.

Unlike me, Ashley loves history. She claims that it's intriguing and more interesting than any other class. I never understood how though.

A man of about 40 walked up to us, opening the door with his keys and walking silently as we followed behind.

Huh.

"Well isn't he the ideal teacher," Nicola jokes, making me chuckle.

"Yeah, basically we're screwed." I tell her.

She laughs in agreement, as we walked in following behind the rest of the class.

"Good evening, students." The man speaks in a rushed tone once we all took our seats scattered across the room.

"I apologise for the delay I was stuc-"

He was interrupted by the door as someone stomped in.

"Is that Clara?!" Ashley freaks.

I look up to see what she was talking about.

"Oh my god," I breathe out.

In came Clara, her eye makeup ruined because of the obvious tears that ran through her eyes. She stopped in the middle of the class looking for something until she finally spotted us.

"Excuse me, miss?" The teacher asks from behind her.

Clara froze in her spot, alarmed.

God what is she doing?

Everyone watched her in shock. This just wasn't her. What happened? Why is she crying? Questions start to form in my mind causing me to panic even more. My eyebrows furrow as I take in her state once again.

"Good morning, sir! Sorry I'm late, I'll just take a seat now," Clara tells him, offering him her best smile.

God she's a mess.

The teacher clearly not sure of what to do in this situation, allows her to come sit beside us.

"Clara!" Nicola somehow manages to shriek silently.

"He's a jerk." She spits out. "It's unbelievable."

Wait a minute.

"Clara, don't tell me you're crying because of a guy you just met about five minutes ago," I groan. I was actually worried here.

"No, you don't understand. He's just so mean." she shudders. Oh boy. "You'd be crazy not to cry."

I raise my eyebrows in confusion, "what do you mean?"

"You'll see," she quiets down, looking up at where the teacher sat.

He was quietly looking at us, clearly fed up.

Seeing as we were done, he continued. "Good morning." he grits out, "as I was saying before, I'm sorry I was late I got stuck in a meeting which lasted way longer than I expected. My name is Richard, but you will be addressing me as Mr. Berke." he tells us.

Yikes, I look up at him in horror.

I glance at Clara and Nicola and they seemed to be mirroring my expression.

"I'm going to hate history, aren't I?" Nicola says lowly so only we can hear.

Clara and I nod, grimacing.

***

"I can't believe it's only lunch." Clara groans.

She was finally acting like herself.

"I know! I still can't believe we survived history that pretty much sucked," Nicola complains.

I look at her wide eyed like she was crazy, "Did you- did you just say? Oh wow."

She roles her eyes, "stop being dramatic, he was talking for a straight up eighty-five minutes what else am I supposed to think."

"Um where did claire go?" I ask Nicola looking to my left. She was right there.

We turn around to my left, looking behind.

There she was standing in front of the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. Wow. I look at Nicola as she looks at him in awe. He was stunning and easily put any actor I ever had a crush on to shame.

"I never thought someone could have such pretty brown eyes," Nicola whispers.

"And hair, wow he's gorgeous. You're lucky." I tell her.

She furrows her eyebrows, "How am I lucky?"

I roll my eyes at her, "Well obviously he's gonna snatch you up soon. Either that or he's gay," I joke.

She laughs, "You're crazy, look at yourself."

I turn my attention back to Clara. She stands in front of his tall figure not doing anything.

"Watch where you're going." He spits at her, his voice cold and lifeless but still somehow managing to come off attractive.

Woah okay.

She looked up at him, she looked like she was about to cry. "But you're the one who bumped into me," she mutters lowly.

What. A. Jerk.

Okay this was enough now I see why she was crying. He was scary. I muster up all my courage and stand tall in front of the gorgeous man.

"Clara over here was walking with us, forwards," I say slowly, letting him take his time to understand how dumb whatever he was saying was. "While you," I point to him, "were walking behind us, which means you should've been looking ahead since we don't have eyes at the back of our fucking heads, believe it or not, she was not aware of who stood behind her. So in other words; if anyone should've been 'watching where they were going'" I mock in my best arrogant boyish voice, "it should've been you." I finish, triumphantly smiling as I look at the shock plastered all over his face.

I enjoy the few seconds I had of his shocked gaze before he recovers to his emotionless gaze and looking down at me threateningly.

"Exactly." Nicola said stepping next to me.

"Okay we get it big guy, you're emotionless. But now you just look stupid because clearly you have no comeback to that because you're an idiot." I tell him, dryly.

He made her cry.

He made Clara cry. He deserves this. And just by looking at him, I can tell he's an ass.

"Or I just don't want to talk to plastic barbies. I leave those kinds of things to my baby sister." He spits back.

Wow I gotta say- that was pretty damn good.

"Plastic barbies? That's the best you can do? At least I don't treat people like trash." a crowd was slowly forming around us.

"Yeah, that's because you are trash yourself." the words flow out of his mouth. He didn't even smirk or anything, he just stayed emotionless.

Ouch. That one actually hurt.

"You know what? I don't have time for this." I tell him harshly, grabbing Clara by the hand and walking out of there, Nicola following behind.

I could hear him scoff from behind me, "bitch."

I continue walking away fuming inside.

Says him.