60 Days With Mr. Haughty

Chapter 4- The Race

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Chapter 4

Did he just said that? Am I dreaming? Did I heard it right? Wait! Should I let him? Think Andie, think! This is Shane Wilhem trying to help you! Or is he?

Is Shane actually trying to help me? Like, really? No way! No! He hates me and he's my enemy. This is a trap! He would probably make me bald.

I faced him. "I'm fine. I can handle it"

"I'm not asking you Rams. I ordered you"

See? He's still the mean Shane. There is no way he is helping. I ignored him and turned my back. "Hey! Don't walk away from me like that!"

I smirked as I make a distance until I was totally out of his sight. That jerk is planning something craps on me again. I can smell it.

As I walk down the stairs, I just kept on thinking about Shane's offer of helping me. Is he really trying to help me out?

When I reached our floor, I proceeded to our classroom and see no one yet. Yeah, this makes sense. I'm so early, that's why.

I remembered the gum still stuck on my hair and started looking for scissors. I searched my bag and see nothing. Lifted my table-top and still, nothing. Yay life.

Seems like I'll be dealing with this gum for the whole day 'til I get home. I might not be that conscious about what I look like but I terribly hate having a bad hair! Not being girly but you know, I have always believed on what Lianne usually say, 'hair is the crown of beauty'.

Ok, now I just sounded like a grandma. This gum just totally pisses me off!

"Argghh!", I sat with frustration. I put my crossed arms on the table and rested my head on it.

"You ok?" someone asked out nowhere. I lifted my head and saw Hans.

"No..." I cried with my voice sounding like a depressed puppy without looking up straight to him and dropped my head back down my arms.

I heard footsteps getting near me. "C-can I help you? You sounded problematic"

I slowly lifted my head and saw Hans closer beside my desk. Maybe he could help me, I need to at least ask him for some, right?

"Do you have any scissors?", I asked

"Yeah?"

"Can I please borrow it?"

"S-sure" he instantly said while he fixed his glasses with his finger. He put his bag down and looked for a scissor.

He looked tensed in some ways. Couldn't he just calm down a bit? It's pulling some weird feelings out of me. This is awkward.

I wonder why is he so shy towards girls. Is he probably scared of me or something? I don't look like a tiger that would eat him. Ok, maybe a little but I'm innocent. Really.

He handed me the scissor but before I even got to touch it, he pulled it back near his chest.

"Y-you would not cut yourself out, would you?"

"What? No, I wouldn't! Promise!" his stuttering and worried voice made me smile

"Really? Where will you use it then?"