That Letter - A Cinderella Story

III.

-Irene-

            "We came right in time" Wendy whispered at me as she sat next to me and then our teacher entered right after us.

            "Yea, we're so fast" I responded and looked at our teacher who's writing here name on the board. So she's Mrs. Wayles

            "Good morning class, I'm Mrs. Wayles, your literature teacher" She introduced herself and stated some things about herself, what she likes and what she dislikes about her students,in her class and so on.

             She started to discuss her requirements for this subject. Those usual things that we need to do to pass her subject. She also discussed her little rules that we need to follow, especially when it comes to tardiness, since she's our first period we have to be time-conscious because she said she hates late comers.

             Blah blah blah, I don’t care, I’m not a late comer anyway… I'm confident I won't be late in her class like duhh, I hate being late, so I avoid being one.

            Mrs. Wayles looks like she's in her mid-40s or something. Her blonde hair is neatly tied up in a bun by a small pink ribbon at the back of her head. Her big glasses add up her oldie looks which actually complements her age though plus her pink lipstick neatly plastered on her lips that doesn't even suit her face at all.

            She must be a fan of pink color. Her handbag is pink, even her pencil case... so childish for a forty-year-old teacher, but she's also cute to think. Literally, pink is so noticeable in her appearance. I can't clearly see her eyes all the way here but it seems to have a lighter color, maybe a green one, or blue one, I'm not sure. But I'm sure I don't wanna see those eyes glaring at me.

             Well, this teacher looked intimidating somehow. I guess I need to act all good in front of her If I don’t want to fail her class, well, It’s not that I’m going to fail, duhh, It’s not in my vocabulary.

            She started to discuss the introductory part of her subject which is all about literature, of course. I love this subject very much, God knows how; I am very fond of poetry but I just hate it when the teacher started the lesson right at the first day of school. Who else does, raise your hands! See?

            Seriously, on the first day, it’s not supposed to be a time for lesson proper. Like, what the heck, it's just the beginning and now she's bombing us with so many information... immediately, and literally I hate it. So much for first day, right? Did she really think that we'll all understand her right now?

            Duhh, I'm not even listening. Who cares, first days aren't that important anyway. She’s just wasting her efforts…

            Good thing, my parents are both intellectual, and now I'm born the same with them. I don't have to push myself too hard to listen to my teacher, I can just open my notes at home and then study by myself, or I can just ask my parents. Easy, right?

              In fact, I understand the lesson when I read it at home more than listening to my teachers talking the whole hour without even explaining things thoroughly. Then call themselves a teacher! Just reading the whole module in front of us.

            "And we have a winner!" I almost hopped due to shock when our teacher suddenly exclaimed in between her initial discussion, we all turned our heads to the door that suddenly opened and there came two guys gasping for their breath "Winners, I mean" she added

            "I'm sorry we're late" the other one with a platinum blonde hair color uttered as he smiled and scratched the back of his head awkwardly, he looked so cute doing that. His dimples flaunted when he smiled and his eyes are almost closed. He, then let go of his smile and revealed his light-blue eyes.

             His features suited him well, especially his balayage highlights that made his hair looked amazing and stunning with his light complexions and light-blue eyes that helped make his features pop out in such beauty. His thick eyebrows seemed as if it's been shaped carefully and neatly, his eyelashes are thick and long as well that made him look like his wearing eyeliners.

             Plus, that long pointed nose and chiseled jawline perfectly stirred his looks. Your heads will surely turn to his silvery-blonde hue. Gosh! He's so handsome, those cold aspects looked like he's an ice prince or a snow king, whatever he's handsome.

            But Chan is more handsome.

            "Why were you two late?" Mrs. Wayles asked the two of them with her left eyebrow raised and her eyes annoyed much. That's the look I wanted to avoid the most, I don't wanna see her looking at me with that.

            "We just ran into something, we're so sorry" the platinum blonde guy stated his excuse and apologized again. Tss... liar, I saw them a while ago. They were those guys in the corridor talking with some other guys, their jackets look familiar.

             You know, if they just used their time to look for their classroom rather than to chat nonsense with others, they would not have been late. They should have been here in this classroom before class session starts.

            "Is that my fault?" Mrs. Wayles sarcastically asked them again that made them look awkward standing in the door. Actually not them, the other guy doesn't seem to be bothered or what, he just looked calm and of no interest

            "We're not blaming you" the other guy coldly responded without looking at her… speak of the devil. He's handsome too, but not as handsome as his friend, and definitely not as respectful as his friend either

            "W-what!?..." failed to look for words to say, Mrs. Wayles just stood there in shock as she got disrespected unexpectedly right in front of her class by some late student who just enter the class that easily.

              Mrs. Wayles' face turned red and traces of embarrassment and anger are evident. Well, he has a point, they're not blaming her so she shouldn't ask, but now's not the time to act that way

            "I said we're not blaming you that we're late" he repeated and stared at Mrs. Wayles for a while and then rolled his eyes as he sighed in disgust, gosh! he's got the nerve! I can't even do that in front of someone older than me even though they're wrong and I'm right in the first place

            "And the guts to answer me!" Mrs. Wayles screamed furiously but not loud enough to escape our classroom

            "You asked us, so we answer" he answered again without hesitation and gave Mrs. Wayles a look of no interest. He has his point again, Mrs. Wayles asked them that's why he answered but that principle shouldn't be applied in situations like this. He's part wrong too.

            "Where are your manners!?" she snapped out and looked away from the both of them

            "Should we answer you?" he asked Mrs. Wayles in a kinder tone... you see? he's mocking her

            "Just shut up and get inside" she calmed herself down and took a deep breath "Next time, I won't be accepting late comers" she added. They both entered and walked towards our direction to fill the empty seats behind us

            "Great, I don't wanna be in your class anyway" I heard him whispered as he walked on by

            "You saying something?" Mrs. Wayles must have heard him mumbling inaudibly, he just rolled his eyes again and continue to walk not bothering himself to answer.

            His gaze met mine as he walked forward and passed through me then sat himself silently in one of the chairs behind me. His gaze felt so dull, his dark-green eyes pierced into mine sending shivers down to my spine. He looked so manly with his haircut that matched his diamond shaped face.

            He has chestnut brown hair color which complements his dark-green eyes and warm skin tone. But he still has that looks of a bad boy, literally... like his attitude

            I felt something hit my chair from behind as if it had been kicked. I actually don't care but I turned around as a mechanism just to see what happened. I saw someone's feet rested right under my chair, that probably hit my chair. I looked above to see who own those long legs. Gosh, it's him. Mr. Cold Dark-Green Eyes.

            "What?" I whispered as I meet his dark-green eyes again still the same as a while ago, his eyes were dull and lifeless. It's like he's staring into nowhere, his eyes look like a deep hollow that'll drown you into confusion as to why does those eyes feels strange as it gets into you.

             I waited for him to answer but instead of doing that, he just stared at me for a while and shifted his glance towards our teacher. I looked away after that and decided not to mind him at all. I just sat there and waited until the bell rings signaling that class period is over.

            I felt something hit my chair again same with what happened a while ago, but the kick is heavier than before. I didn't bother to look at him and focused myself to our teacher who’s reading her module right now.

            I'm sure he's just annoying me; he'll give me that look again as if he didn't do anything if I keep on turning to him. Screw him! I wish he hurt his foot. After several minutes, he kicked my chair again enough to move it and create a noise

            "What was that?" Mrs. Wayles asked in a high pitch tone looking at our direction as she put her book down

            "Nothing Mrs. Wayles" I answered and turned my head around to face him "What's your problem?" I whispered, but instead of answering me, he just smirked and looked away again. Gosh! What's wrong with him!? I hate annoying people like him.