The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(9) Poet And I Didn't Know It

I tapped her on the shoulder subtly, my eyes glancing quickly to Miss Matthews who was busy helping another student at the front of the classroom before the girls eyes snapped up immediately.

"No, I'm not going to do your papers for you, I don't care who you think you are," she said in a matter-of-fact way before turning back to concentrate on her own work.

Shocked, I lowered my voice to speak, "I think I'm a person who forgot her pens and need to borrow one,"

Once again, he bright blue eyes shot up, "Oh," she squeaked quietly, before grabbing one from her bag and handing it to me.

"Thanks...?" I trailed off, needing a name to complete my 'thank you'.

"Cindy," she finished for me, smiling.

"Millie," I replied, returning the smile.

She shook her head slightly, the corners of her tugging upwards, "I know,"

I laughed at this comment and maybe I laughed a little louder than I thought as the teacher's attention was suddenly one me. The whole class fell deadly silent as the Miss Matthews crisp voice bounced off the walls.

"Care to share what is so hilarious, Miss Ward,"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cindy sit upright in her chair and her eyes widen slightly.

"I was just thinking that of course we will be intelligent when using our compasses and scales because they're all graduated," I said as I finished telling the lamest geography joke in the history of geography jokes. Some of the nerds snorted at my joke, but most of the just class stayed silent, giving each other 'what the hell did she just say?' looks. The teacher raised her eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest as I leaned back in my chair.

"Hilarious," she said, completely unimpressed by my attempt, "Please refrain from the geography jokes, Miss Ward, obviously they are very distracting," she finished quickly, before turning back to the student she was previously helping.

I saluted her behind her back before noticing most of the class were still watching me. I glared and mouthed a 'What?!' and soon enough they weren't staring anymore.

"Nice save," Cindy giggled quietly as I turned back to my worksheet. A smile grew on my face and we both laughed quietly with each other.

"You're not bad, Cindy," I said quietly to her, smiling.

"Neither are you," she replied, a hint of shock in her voice. Turning to her, I raised an eyebrow.

"No, no! It's just all the girls are afraid of you and all the boys want to sleep with you, so I guess I didn't really know what to think of you," she explained, "Until I actually talked to you," she added quickly.

"Don't worry, I was just messing with you," I comforted, laughing slightly, "I don't talk to many people at school apart from my family so it's different,"

Cindy was about to reply when the teachers eyes snapped in our direction and sent us a glare, so finally we turned back to our worksheets. As I suspected, lunch was an interesting part of the first day, especially for all of the students watching us like hawks for reactions.

"You know when I wondered what it would be like in one of those most wanted prisons?" James wondered as he picked at his food. We all nodded in response as he glanced up and looked around. "Well now I know," he finished, gesturing with his fork to the other students.

I smirked as I looked around the cafeteria. Anybody who met my gaze would turn away in an instant. That was until my eyes met a certain pair of chocolate ones. My eyes narrowed, sending Nick Wright an icy glare before ripping my eyes away. I could feel his eyes boring into my back, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His gaze made my blood run cold and my fingertips tingle at the same time. I threw my fork down onto my plate and stood up abruptly, not being able to stand the funny feeling.