Chapter Thirty
For the first time in a long time, Shirley and I sat together in our classroom. Well, maybe, it was not That long, considering the fact it had only been one week but that's how I felt. Finally having her by my side, made all the good memories come back together. Apart from this, this was the first time I was sitting at the front desk like before and not on the back bench. Things had changed, yet again.
Soon after we entered and sat down, our teacher arrived. We all greeted him. As always, he pulled out a thick book from his bag before turning to the blackboard. Wanting to distract myself from things, today, I decided to pull out my notebook and start taking notes. I had not done it in a while.
It was weird. Taking notes and being a good student was my sole aim because I knew this was the only chance I would get to have an actual education for real. But, on the other hand, I decided to neglect and even avoid it, to spend some time with a guy. I chose to do it because I wanted to live my life despite knowing that this would be my only chance to get some proper education. This was as close as it gets.
Now, I did not know anything about it.
It was in the middle of the lecture when I felt Shirley nudging me from behind, wanting to get my attention. First, I checked if the teacher was looking our way, and when I noticed that he was not, I decided to lean back a little. Glancing over my side, I saw that she was trying to pass me a note. Being discreet, I calmly took the note from her hand and opened it up to see what she had written. Only lowering my eyes, I read her note.
"Do you want me to talk to Mike for you? If you want?" The note said.
Her question made my breath hitch. I closed my hand over my mouth and glanced around to see if anybody had noticed it. Nobody. Thank god.
I read the line over and over and over again before trying to wrap my head around it. Was she asking me this question after all this time? And she was STILL willing to talk to that scumbag, butthole, who tried to sell her, just because she thought it might help me in some way? My heart ached and I felt a pained ache settling over me.
She was still willing to go all the way in, just for me. I hated myself. How in the ever living hell, I think anything bad about this person? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME? Shirley was a freaking angel. God, how I wished I could go back in time and smack myself on the head to straighten my head up.
I read the sentence again. I shook my head.
I took a pen and began writing my answer on the paper.
"A big, NO." After writing my answer, I gave a slight tap on the desk behind me and slid the paper back to her. In seconds, the paper was out of my hand.
I heard a big exhale behind me before I heard some rustling, the pen sliding against the paper. She was writing something back to me.
After a few seconds, I felt her tap my side. Gently, I took the paper from her hands. Without glancing away from our teacher.
I opened the paper and glanced down to see what she had written again.
"If you say so. But if you are denying it just because of what happened between me and Mike, then I would suggest you give a chance to him. People change. Maybe he did too?" The paper read.
I could not believe her. How could she even think like that? How come I could talk to that fucker after what he did to both of us? And denying just because what happened between him and her? Of course, I am denying him because of that. Obviously, I was going to take that into account. He was a douchebag and we both knew about it.
And the question of him changing was out of the equation too. People like him never changed. Never. Even if they tried. And a person like Mike never even tries. So, what was the point of giving him the benefit of the doubt? Not to mention, if he would have changed then he should have treated me nicely, not made me a part of some bet. None of the things that happened between us were real. None of it.
"No. There is no chance. And yes, Shirley, I would take that into account what happened between you too." I wrote and slid the note back to her.
I heard her sigh again. I heard her writing something and then a paper slid into my side. I took it and opened it up to see what she had written this time.
"Okay." The paper said. I slumped in my seat. It was settled then. I did not know how things were going to come out now. Everything had gone south from the moment I had agreed to this madness.
Right after the note passed out, I tried to go back to taking notes but it turned out that I had lost all my focus now. So, I stopped trying to force myself.
The school bell rang and everybody began to pack up their bags. I did too. Shirley told me that she had to meet some girl for some notes before the next class started therefore she needed to run. We bid goodbye and she went on her way. The next classes she would take would be different from my classes anyway.
I put all the stuff back into my bag and pulled it over my shoulders. Only me, one other student and our teacher were left behind in our school. I began walking out of the class when I heard my name being called. I glanced behind and saw our teacher was calling me back. A weird feeling filled me. I walked over to him and stopped.
"Your performance is dropping day by day. If there is a problem or something?" He asked. His question made my heartbeat stop for a second when he asked me that. Not wanting to show my nerves, I shook my head persistently.
"No. Not at all. It's just hard to focus on my studies lately." I told him. Hoping it would sound realistic.
He nodded his head. "Humm. Okay. If you say so. Go to your next class." He said. I told him good afternoon before leaving the place. Suddenly feeling the panic that I felt a few seconds ago recedes. That was unexpected.
Not wanting to let that interaction get over my head, I headed for my next class.