"Hey Clar!" My friends greeted me. I smiled and waved back at them, "so? How'd it go?" Prisha asked me; i told them what happened, but i excluded the last and only question that caught my eye. They all nodded their heads in understanding.
--Back in Classes--
It was actually my first time in Mr.McQuaid's geography class as the first week he was absent and the week after i didnt attend due to me having to show our new 'friend' around the compound; so i havent met him yet but my friends say he's a nice teacher. We were all laughing and chatting away when i saw a guy probably in his twenties walk in. His golden hair shone in the bad lighting of the class and his river blue eyes reflecting just as well.
My mouth fell agape, Basim elbowed me, "That's Mr.McQuaid." He laughed and resumed his work. I closed my mouth before it caught flies and went down the aisle to say hello. "Mr.McQuaid?" I tapped on his shoulder; he jumped slightly and turned to face me, "You scared me!" He put his hand over his heart in shock. I giggled slightly and introduced myself, "Bryce McQuaid, i suppose you're one of Ryan's students as well?" I didnt really know how to reply at first but i brushed it off and nodded, "Yup! Im in Mr.Wrecker's homeroom" i smiled and he did as well.
The rest of the class went by in a breeze and i had completely forgotten about Delpiero's letter. That was...until, another 'mail' made its way to my desk. I opened it carefully; the handwriting was different but it was obvious who wrote it:
'Wretch,
Stop trying to be smart and back-off. It's not funny anymore so you can give up your act already, we all know you and that you're such a goody-two-shoes so just shut it!
This is the last time Im warning you, if you still dont want to listen...You'll face the consequences and trust me they will be horrible.
Make the right choice, Wretch.'
i tilted my head back and discreetly ripped the letter into tiny shreds. Making sure that Cempaka saw me; i heard her growl. 'Haha, im not scared' i thought and went to ask Mr.McQuaid if i could dispose of said note. But his reply made me choke on my spit.
"What is that? I didnt give out any papers.." he shrugged, "its...from last class." I lied pathetically; he just laughed and my eyes widened with shock, "Clarissa I know you have a bit of O.C.D and you wouldnt actually wait till it was next class. Plus it was break before this." He smirked, but i didnt give up. "I was in a rush and i guess that slipped from my mind at the time." But once again, i was beat and my lies were uncovered. "Im not stupid you know, neither am I forgetful. Ryan told me about you and that was why I referred to him with his first name, not Mr.Wrecker, and since you knew his first name; you must be something special because he never tells his students his first name." He laughed, i stared wide eyed at him, stunned; he looked so innocent! Nonetheless, I pursued, "Maybe I'm special?" I objected and he smirked, "Thats the point here Clarissa." I finally stopped protesting and fell silent for a while.
"Dont worry, I'm on your s-" he glanced up and mouthed the letter C, I was confused at first but soon caught on. "So Mr.McQuaid, may i go throw this, its just a piece of drawing paper i was playing with." I questioned again and i snickered under my breath, watching his eyes grow wide; stopping as quickly as how fast i thought about that cover-up. He nodded and i walked out with my hands in my pocket. What i was too slow to notice was Cempaka behind me; she slammed me against the wall and grasped my collar, holding me up. I winced at the slight discomfort and closed my eyes to slow down my breathing.
"How dare you?!" She snapped, pure venom dripping between her teeth. I didnt reply. "Answer me!!" She yelled. I just laughed, "i dont have to answer you, not cause i cant, just cause i dont want to." I smiled and she flung me onto the ground, hard. I got up and laughed in her face; "doesnt hurt" i commented; secretly hiding the aching pain in my back and legs. She tried to throw a punch my way; emphasis being on the word: 'tried' i tilted my head the opposite direction in which she was punching and let her basically destroy her knuckles on the concrete wall. She hissed in pain and retracted her hand.
I giggled and got up and returned to class with a small limp in my leg. I returned to my place and unfolded Delpiero's letter, analysing the questions he gave:
'1-Why'd you come to Y.H?
2-Fav teacher/teachers?
3-Why'd you call Mr.Thompson, 'Mini'?'
I wrote my replies quickly before the class ended, being sure to control what came out of my mind. Like a dam for thoughts if you may;
'Mom changed work area.
Mr.Lester
I told you already, just a slip of the tongue.'
And folded it back and put it handed it to him as we were transferring class to maths. He smiled and grabbed it.
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