Bullies with benefits - Chaelisa (converted)

PART 9

English class.

Mrs. Sunmi seems to be late because the class is already 30 minutes done and she's still not coming in. I'm just busy reading the selection for next week's assignment when I feel a paper plane hitting the back of my neck. It doesn't hurt, but it caught me by surprise. 

So I swivel my butt in the seat and look at the group of jocks and cheerios laughing at me with big faces. 

"Sorry Manoban, can you pick that up?" one of the jocks, Jackson, asks me—brown eyes staring down at the plane on the floor. 

Should I pick it up? Or maybe I shouldn't. I don't know really because to me it seems stupid to pick up a paper plane and... give it back to a big, buff guy. 

Maybe I should just— 

And before I could bend down and grab the plane, somebody's already doing that for me. I smell cinnamon and vanilla as brown hair covers my face and disappears again. I look up to the person who picked up the plane for me and inwardly gasp when I see it's Chaeyoung. 

Did she just—? 

Jackson gives her an amused look though. "Oh, what's this? Can this be true? The great Park Chaeyoung helping out the nerd?" he gasps, causing the group of popular people to laugh along. 

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes and smirks at him. "First of all lumpy, I'm not helping this loser out." She snarls, side-eyeing me as I feel my cheeks blush. "I only got this because I'm the Vice President of this school and as much as I hate rules, no. littering." She hisses, crumping the plane to a ball before throwing it at Jackson's face—hitting him right in the eye as he groans in pain and cups his eye. 

I'm about to open my mouth to say thank you when all of a sudden I feel Chaeyoung's hand grabbing my hair tightly and tugging me closer to her body and I whimper because it kinda hurts. "And this brown eyes—" she shouts, looking at everyone in the room. "—This is my target. Bully her all you want, but first you all gotta' get my permission first." She ends, throwing my head back as I fix my messy hair.

She walks to the seats beside one of the cheerios and narrows her eyes on a few of them. "So next time you want to torture brown eyes with some small baby airplane—" she goes on, laughing at Jackson because yeah, it's quite stupid and kindergarten to bully someone with a paper plane.

"—Think of something better to do because you're just lame Jackson." And with that she plops down on her seat and all the jocks and cheerleaders that were once fascinated by Jackson turned to Chaeyoung and started talking to her non-stop. 

I smile at her even though she doesn't see me and giggle at Jackson who's glaring at Chaeyoung while whining about his eye as even the jocks don't ask if he was okay. 

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I can't help but feel happy because at least Chaeyoung thinks of me as her property—well, on the torture side. 

Fuck, I'm sick—I'm happy because I'm her slave? Yeah, there must be something wrong with me and I swivel in my seat to face the front again as I turn to the next page of my book. 

Mrs. Sunmi's never came inside but a substitute teacher did and he's hot. Don't ask me though, ask all the girls in my class who followed him like a hawk as soon as he walked through the doors of the room.

  "Hola, clase." He must be the new Spanish teacher that got hired when the old one didn't even know how to speak it. And the accent just made every girl melt in their seats. I laugh because its so funny to look at. "Mrs. Sunmi is sick and I'll be filling in today." He explains, blue eyes turning to look at the clock in the top wall behind me. "For the last 10 minutes." He adds, laughing and making every girl laugh with him too.