Bullies with benefits - Chaelisa (converted)

PART 25

look forward to the next chapter. i may post it tonight or tomorrow.
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I've never been called by a teacher before, privately—that is. It's always after classes when my classmates are packing up or when I'm with the principal and my parents, talking about my future plans of college and being named as the Valedictorian of this school but this is the first time I've ever been called to meet with Mrs. Solar privately, she walked up to me during lunch and asked if I could stay after school and being the sweet student that I am, I said yes. 

But now that I'm standing in front of the door to her classroom, I feel a sweat drip down the base of my neck and I shudder, biting my lower lip anxiously because I don't know what lies beyond this door.

Did I talk bad about Mrs. Solar? No, never—she actually loves me. So why? 

Before I could knock, the door's already being opened by Mrs. Solar herself and she flashes me an elderly smile, her cheeks crinkling in all the ages she has been using to smile with them. Stepping back, she guides me into the room and I nervously adjust the ropes of my back pack as I slide in and smile back at her. 

"You wanted to see me?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side. 

She grins and nods her head, reaching her hand out to gesture me to one of the seat's in the front row, near her main desk. We slowly walk to our designated seats, and as I slide unto my seat, I'm starting to wonder who belongs to the one beside me.

"Hello Ms. Manoban, you and I both know you're my star student." She starts off coolly, fixing the disarranged papers on her table. 

I smile and beam at her, feeling flattered. "Well—uhh—thank you, I guess." I reply shyly, scratching the back of my neck. 

She chuckles and intertwines her fingers together, leaning her chin on top of the closed hands. "And do you know who my worst student would be?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

I frown and shake my head. I've never thought of that before—and wait—who were my classmates again? 

Mrs. Solar teaches Zoology, study of animals—and to other schools they don't exist but in SM High, it does—it's weird because it's also a requirement. 

"No—I don't know actually." I mumble, narrowing my eyes on her as I try to remember who my classmates were again.

This was one of my favorite classes so I didn't bother thinking about making friends with anyone. 

She shifts on her seat and checks the time, scowling. "That girl, always late—I should send her to detention." 

Pouting, I lean forward and cup my ear. "Who?" 

My questions are answered when the door behind us slams open then slams shut, in entering chaeyoung with the biggest scowl on her face, glaring right back at us with fiery black eyes. She dumps her bag on the floor and drops her butt on the seat, crossing her arms together as she snarls at Mrs. Solar and after a second of silence, stands up abruptly and points at the teacher menacingly. 

And as soon as she does this, my eyes widen in shock because Chaeyoung sure has big balls to do that to a teacher—an elderly one too.

"You." she hisses, spitting out some saliva as she continues to stare at the old teacher. "You—you bitch—" Chaeyoung spits out, making me gasp as I cover my mouth and bite my inner cheek. 

How could she just—

"Ms. Park, watch your words—that's your second warning." Mrs. Solar says back coolly, reaching down for her specks, and Chaeyoung doesn't stop her hard glare on her. "And I suggest you change the look in your eyes before I make things worse." She threatens, making Chaeyoung grit her teeth even more, clearly pissed off.