Stuck between two bad boys

The whole day, I can say I didn’t say a word. Lucky me, no teacher asked me one of their usual annoying questions like I am the only one covering their head in class. At the time I wonder if covering the head affects the aid of hearing, another time, I wonder why teachers are the most pathetic humans.

They would teach you, give your assignments, projects, and text and still give your exam! We trusted them enough and accepted their teaching why won’t they do the same and assume we already know the topic and don’t see exams.

Frankly, it’s not a problem at all but it kind of annoys me at times. Setting up the same questions in different methods just to test our intelligence and some still fail.

Good thing, not every teacher is like Mr. Matthew our mathematics teacher. I am extremely grateful I won’t be needing the subject after high school if not, my next plan would be to kill the person that Invented mathematics. He should be dead by now but breaking his already weak bone would make me feel better as all I want to do is punch Nigel right in the face for making face at me.

The History class is taking almost forever and Mr. Caylord doesn’t want to even bother if all his students are paying attention to the generational history of the beginning of football in Texas. Like, who cares?

‘Emilia Johnson’

We are in Los Angeles and he is rather killing his old throat over what happened in Texas years back. If I am not mistaken, I would say the person alive to start the match would have been dead. Like what kind of courage do those twelve orphans have, the orphan coach is what I didn’t expect tho.

I was lost thinking about what their lives were like having nobody to care for them and…

“Emilia Johnson?” It sounds much louder than a normal call.

I blinked and stared at Mr. Caylord in confusion. Without looking, I could feel over thirty pairs of eyes staring at me. The most annoying part Is Nigel, who had his palm caressing his zip area while his cold expression was fixed on my face.

He should not better be doing what I am thinking!

“Emilia Johnson,” Mr. Caylord said for the third time “Nigel here just gave us his reasons why football should be a ‘very unique game'” He smiled weakly “Just quote his words” He quickly said “So, come explain to the class why you think you recommend football as a teamwork that brings about respect and love”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

My jaw fell open.

I stared at him in awe before looking at the kids in class. With the look on their faces, they surely want to see me fail and I wasn’t ready to let them have it.

“I N-never s-said any-th-thing as that” I stuttered as I stood up.

I followed his gesture and walked to the front of the class, my head bent low as if my neck could no longer hold work well. Nervously, I took a shaky breath as I thought about what to say or what football was all about.

If only I had a useful brother, I would have known Little about football. Even, my stepdad wasn’t the best either. Although he cares for me and does what no father might be able to do I still think he is trying to make me forget my real dad as he always sneaks me the recent wifi passwords to download my anime.

“This is extremely uncalled for” I raised my hand and let them fall, slapping my side and making clap words out from it “I don’t see why football is important to history?”

I sucked in my lower lips immediately when I saw the unpleasant look on Mr. Caylord’s face. For real, I know detention would increase, but maybe I will get to read more about boring football than work.

Me. Caylord opened his mouth to talk but closed it back without saying a word. The frown deepened, making me realize how old he is, probably in his late whatever. He moved close to me, nodding like there was something interesting I just said.

“You gat this inch!” Nigel interrupted “Don’t worry, Devin will come again for-”

“Meet me after class, Nigel Brooklyn” Mr caylord said.

Although, I tried to suppress the laugh but it wasn’t working. I bit my lower lips and gave Mr. Caylord one of my cutest ocean eyes. Of course, he is an adult so what ever I do will not affect him of any kind.

But for Nigel, I could see the anger and hate transparent on his face. His throat still had red marks from where Devin had tried to strangle him yesterday at school.

The way Devin also punched the other guy last night made goosebumps spread all over my body. He is actually the Devil they call him.

Ring! Ring!!

“Well” Mr. Caylord said as he watched the kids get up and arranged their books “That would be for the next class as we said” he removed his glass I never noticed he was wearing “Don’t forget what we said! You all work on the project in pairs” he shouted.

His attention moved to me he stood confused. Like, when did they talk about all this that I had no idea?

I looked away immediately our gaze locked only for me to Lock gaze with Nigel who sneered and glared at me. He was walking to the door when he stopped after hearing his name.

“Well then, Brooklyn” Mr. Caylord walked to him and tapped his shoulder “I see what’s going on and I want the best for you” he grinned “But to pass my class, you must pass my project and that is why I am pairing you with Emilia Johnson”

Look whose balls just dropped!

Well! Mine just did. My ball just dropped badly and all I could do was stare at Mr. Caylord walk out of the class leaving Nigel with me.

At that point, I didn’t know what to do as we kept glaring at each other. No doubt, I am sure that I will fail this class this year. First of all, I hate football, second, I have to be doing the project with Nigel and lastly, I have no idea what the project is.

“Survey of a world history course,” Nigel said.

I blinked, my tongue ran over my dry lips as I tuck stray hair behind my ears and kept staring at him.

“I know you didn’t hear the topic when you were busy thinking about how you had your brother and Devin yesterday” he smirked.

My blood went cold! I loud gasp left my lips as I stare at him in disbelief. It should be a mistake! Someone, I knew something was wrong with his brain.

“People saw you, Devin, and Xavier walks out of the bathroom sweating” He brought out his phone from his pocket “No one would believe you due to your characters lately and I have a soundtrack and a blurry video with your face to do this job” he scrolls through his phone and showed the screen to me.

I could only gasp as I stare at the phone. Sweat broke out from her face as he looked at the screen well before she began to laugh humorously.

“This is trash” I scoffed as I fold both hands on my almost flat chest “It’s fake!” I stated.

Nigel just shrugged and looked back at his phone. He didn’t say a word for a while as he licked his lips.

“See you tomorrow, Partner,” He said as he walked out.