Confusion (probably not the final title)

Part 3 - Lab

Lab 2. Chemistry. My First Class. Oh no...

As I walk to the lab, I can feel my heart pounding deep inside my chest, anxiety building beyond anything I've felt before. I could barely hear the people mocking me in the halls for carrying a trash bag around as my mind was racing. What if he told everyone about the soup? What if everyone knows I'm wearing his sweater? What if they tease me in front of him? Knowing my luck, all of that would happen. Never in my life has anything good happened without significant negative consequences; there is always a catch. I take deep breaths as the door gets closer and closer into view. There was no getting out of this. I can only face it head-on, although in my case it is usually head down. 

I open the door and I can already feel the glares on me. Mr S. looks at me then at the class. "Did I ask you to stop reading?" he says sternly and all eyes dart back to the textbooks open on every desk. I look up at him as he walks over, a small smile on his face as he pulls me back out of the classroom. "You feeling better now?" he asks as he takes the trash bag from me and I nod in response.
"Yeah thank you. I really appreciate you letting me borrow your sweater," I say softly as I look up at him. It was an oddly perfect fit, being a little baggy and long like my other sweaters. 
"No problem. Here," he hands me some money secretively as I look at it confused. "That's for you to get some lunch later since yours has gone to waste." I look back up at him in shock. I'd never met someone so kind and understanding before yet it felt wrong to take his money. I try to place it back into his hand however he pulls away. "Please take it. I may not be able to change what happened but I can help make the future better." His smile was genuine and irresistibly sweet so I pocket the money.
"Thank you, sir." I smile back at him which only makes his smile bigger.
"No problem. Now go ahead to your first class and I'll have your clothes washed by tomorrow morning," he says, once again showing how kind and thoughtful he is. I couldn't help but blush and look at the floor shyly.
"Uhh sir this is my first class," I reply timidly as he blushes a little in embarrassment.
"Oh yeah sorry. I think your spot is in front of my desk." He pats my back with a light chuckle before going back into the lab. I follow behind in shame and sit at my spot. 

The class went by relatively quickly, with minimal interruptions from the class. At times I actually felt happy to be there. I am about to leave with my peers when Mr S. stops me with a firm voice "Dani, can we have a word please?" I sit back down nervously as I watch my classmates walk out to the sound of covert murmurs. He can clearly see the panic on my face when he sits down as he quickly smiles comfortingly. "Are you okay now? Do you think you can go to your other classes?" he asks and I nod. The bullying was something I was sadly used to. It wasn't pleasant by any means but I could tolerate it. "Okay well, I will see you tomorrow morning so you can collect your clothes." He smiles and I go to leave when I stop and turn back to him.
"Sir? Last year, Mr Walker would allow me to stay after school one day a week for extra work. Do you think that would be possible with you?" I ask, my voice a little shaky but he just grins and nods.
"Of course. How do Fridays sound to you?" he replies and I nod back.
"That's perfect sir, thank you," I say happily as I head to the door, hurrying to catch up with my peers.