Then I met him in the confined room of rejects, the room of mistakes, detention.

I drifted around the hallways with a signature smirk on my face.

Oh that teacher’s reaction was priceless!

Next to the coordinators room was a classroom where all the emo, rebel kids go, or in this very special case, where a girl who owned a teacher goes in in order to get ‘rehabilitated to the right attitude and mindset that our school encourages’.

Yeah right, like that would ever happen.

But though, yes, I do admit, my school is kinda, hella weird.

I mean, a room designated for those who just wander out of class? Wouldn’t kids just wander out of class whenever they just feel like it?
And the answer is - well that’s exactly what happens!

But the main idea of the room is to be a place where kids who need to be taught how to be more respectful and discipline will go, allowing the coordinators next door to deal with more serious and important issues such as dealing with those who were victims of bullying, or to sort out any problems that may be causing students a lot of stress, such as students dealing with parent’s that are having a divorce.

And thus, the classroom next door, aided the ability to separate between troubled teens and troubled teens.

I reached out and quickly snatched the door knob of the classroom next door to the coordinators office, and walked inside, and finding, to my utter surprise, a girl already sitting there.

But she wasn’t just sitting there. Oh no. She was on her phone. On speaker. Yelling her brains out.

I think I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised that someone was able to get into this classroom before me, especially how school had only been in session for this school year for fifteen minutes.

But I was also pretty sure that I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked that this girl was just able to get away with talking to her phone, especially how he usage was far from discrete.

And then I realised.

There was no teacher.

OH MY GOSH!

BEST START OF THE YEAR, LIKE, EVER!

I made gladly my way to a desk, a sat on the chair standing behind it, of course on the other side of the classroom to that of the girl preoccupied on her phone. But I simply decided to dismiss her, and just plugged in my earphones and let my music and instagram surfing, block the sound.

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THAT’S IT, I WAS GOING MAD!

Some dumbass of a teacher, probably new at that, was taking their very sweet time getting to this stupid classroom.

Why was that a problem?

Well, because this was a huge problem, because,  my gosh, if there was ever a record for the most obnoxious, most prolong, and most insufferable phone call ever; this girl would have it.

I was stuck with this bitch girl, Brittney, or whatever the fuck her name was, and I swear, the goddamn thing wouldn't SHUT UP.

Every high pitched and fake word that was spat out of her stupid glorified eating hole, was making my skin tingle in vexation.

Even with my music on full blast, fucking BURNING my ear drums, I could STILL hear that girls stupid voice echoing past my earphone boundary.

“OMG! Monica! You should have seen her! She was like - *scoff* - sooooo like, I dunno - *scoff* - ewww. Like her dress Monica! - *Scoff* - Was like… ewwwwww!”

I slammed my head onto my desk and began to repeatedly hit it on the desk.

Maybe if I hit hard enough, I could just magically be out of this hell hole.

I tried this method out for seven seconds; and it wasn’t working.

I raised my head up again, ignoring the stinging and throbbing pain on my forehead, and gazed forward at the horridly painted white wall before me.

And yet, that bitch was STILL YAPPING.

FOR FUCKS SAKE, SOMEONE, JUST KILL ME NOW!

The bitchy girl Brittany, still remained deep in the midst with her gossip.

“OMG, Monica! You have to see this! Like, I’m totes in detention and, get this!” her voice softens to a pathetic whisper (like seriously, I’m not even lying, her whisper was a normal person’s everyday talking voice!), “she’s hitting her head ON THE TABLE!” and back at it again with the yelling.

My face scrunches, as I swear, I’m losing brain cells and the tables are rattling at the sheer screech of her voice.

Abruptly, the door begins to make its way open slowly, revealing a figure whose height extends to that of the near full doorway, and whose hands gently caress a pile of folders gently clutched between his clammy finger.

His face looked confused, as his head pondered upwards, gazing at the sign above to ensure he had arrived at the right room.

But I wasn’t paying any attention to his height or what was in his arms or even where his eyes were gazing at.

Nope, I was more intrigued how someone so hot landed here, with me!

And as if on cue…

“OMG! MONICAAAA! DO YOU HEAR ME! IT’S A CODE RED! CODE RED! YA…! NO, I’M NOT JOKING, MONICAAA! YEAH I’M BEING SERRIOUS. YES, IT’S A SUPER HAWT TEACHERRRR! I HAVE TO CALL YOU BAACCKKK! I KNOW RIGHT! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE TOOOO. ANY-WAYYAAAYYY! AH BYEEYYY!”

Oh yes. How could I forget. I’m with bitch faced Brittany too.

The unknown man, obviously became very flustered.

Geez, I couldn’t blame him though. I would become super embarrassed too if I was a middle aged man and just some random teenager had a crush on me.

But lucky for him someone who had a crush on him, wasn’t just some ordinary and random teenager. Nope it was me! The one and only, and the perfectly special, Pepper Varken.

Grasping back to his senses of what Brittany had yelled to her phone, my new crush began to speak, “Ah, well um, hey girls?”

He awkwardly closed the door behind him, and made tiny side steps towards the middle of the classroom. And for the first time in this classroom, I was all ears.

“Um, well you see, um, I'm Mr. Ali, and um, I’m sorry for being so late, I'm kinda new here. Um, so. - *GuLp* - I’ve been instructed to do some tasks to um, help you, by ah, my… my…  I-I guess your coordinators. A-am I c-correct?”

“Wow, you are, sooooo cute when you stutter.”

A voice shook around the whole empty room.

And I must admit, the voice sounded very familiar.

And that’s because, I stupidly realised; it was my voice.

I flushed in embarrassment.

Holy shit.

I said WHAT!?

That was a whole new level, EVEN FOR ME!

Mr Ali instantly turned bright red, and shut his mouth. He very awkwardly waddled to his desk and sat behind on his blue office chair. His head was tilted down in shame, his fingers awkwardly fumbling together in dismay and lack of understanding of what to do.

Even I didn’t know what to do.

But even so, despite the elephant of awkwardness that lay flat in this room, I just couldn’t help but stare.

Even Brittany’s gestures of possession was not enough for me to draw my eyes off this new hottie.

I know that Brittany was not going to get any further than harmless and meaningless gestures towards me.

In actuality, she was actually brave to attempt something like that to a person who is renowned for biting of people’s heads and smacking them into their place; which of course is way below me.  

Mr Ali caught my eyes a few times and smiled slightly, and very awkwardly, before finding the floor, once more, very interesting again.

However, I once read in a Cosmopolitan magazine, and it stated for fact, that when a guy makes eye contact and smiles at you, that means he likes you.

MR ALI LIKES ME!!!

So many hot guys are just head over heels for me, and I just guess he just couldn’t help it, I guess I just couldn’t help it either, I'm just wayyy too gorgeous.

;)

Anywho, amidst me staring at my eye candy for the whole period, I guess I just didn’t realise that time had passed before me.

Because my whimsical daydreaming was very rudely interrupted by the bell.

I abruptly drifted out of my state of being lovestruck and looked around me, realising how there were about ten more people who had accompanied me in this room.

Wait a minute…

Is that…

No way…

ADAM?!