'Wrong' But Feels So 'Right'

Chapter 5

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     I hate Math.

It's not that it's a difficult class for me. It's actually pretty easy for me. I am one of the best students in the class. I just get so board.

I am currently in my six block class waiting until next block where I get to do something I actually enjoy: art. Art is one of the ways I can express myself. Especially recently since the-.

     "Caroline" says a aggravate voice.

     I look up and see Mr. Mangos my current Math teacher glaring at me. "Yes Mr. Mangos" I say.

     Still in a pissed move he says "Is there a reason why you are still in my class?"

    God, why is he always like this? Mr. Mangos as always been known for being very irritating. Everybody hates him. He always makes students do stuff or give us extra work for no reason. I wonder if it's his name? No wonder why he has a bald spot on his head.

     I look around the room and realize that everybody has already left. I must have zoned out without realizing it. 

    I start packing my bag and look up at Mr. Mangos. "I'm sorry Mr. Mangos I was a little out of it" I say, adding a little giggle at the end to make it seem more innocent.
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     Well starting to quickly get out of the room I suddenly accidentally walk into a wall.

     Had to embarrass yourself again?

     I started falling backwards until the wall was able to catch me.

     Wait, what?

     I look up and see a guy with dark shaggy hair, but a little bit spiked hair, and dark brown eyes that have a little amusement in them. He has a face that is pretty much emotionless, but eyes that shows the opposite. He's obviously about my age, but can tell if he wanted too he could pull off being 20.

     "Are you done butter finger or do you want to take a picture for it to last longer" he says.

     It takes me a second to realize that I've been staring at him. Then I back away from his arms and pull myself to together, scolding myself  for all the embarrassment that I keep running into. Literally.

    When I start to feel more confident I say "Sorry I wasn't really paying attention". With every word being a mumble.
     "Yeah, whatever" he says with no care in the world. "You wanted to see me Mr. Mangos, or am I interrupting something?" He also says acting like this last minute has been such a waste of time.

     Rude much?

     "No, Miss Vander was just leaving" Mr. Mangos says in a way that makes me think that he has been trying to get to talk to this guy for a while. "Weren't you?" He says again in a more of a demanding tone.

"Um yeah" I say walking to the door way. But before I go I look at the guy again, but instead of embarrassment it's curiosity.

Why does he look so familiar?