The Story of Us

Chapter 5 It's YOUR fault You Freaking Moron

Chapter 5 It’s YOUR fault You Freaking Moron

Before I could say anything, my alarm went off causing me to shake telling me it’s time to wake up. I almost ended falling from my bed. My mind was a bit hazy and I just remembered my dream. The dream! Wait. What was my dream again?

After a minute of thinking, I gave up. I decided to go out from bed and headed towards the bathroom.

The usual routine the next morning, I got up from my bed and headed to the shower. After that I choose my clothes and ended up wearing my red pants and my usual white v – neck shirt which hugs a bit of my hips. I got my black Chuck Taylor and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Mum is already there taking her tea and reading the newspaper. I’m glad she’s here before I go to school.

“Morning mum.” I greeted. “Are there some pancakes?”

“Hey sweetie, here’s your pancakes, newly cooked.” She beamed. There’s something about mum today. She seems… happy? I guess?

“Thanks.” I smiled. “By the way mum, don’t forget I’m going out tonight.”

“Yeah, be sure to be home on or before our agreed time kay?” Mum said. I looked at the clock and it was already 7:15. I’ve got ten minutes to walk to school before I get late for it. I bided my mother goodbye and told her to rest.

I went to my first period which was History. I love the subject but it’s the teacher I’m having bit of problem. I think he doesn’t like my guts. I kept on wondering why though and until now, I’ve got no idea why.

When I entered the room, the first thing or the first person I laid my eyes upon was Drake. Now I remember my dream!! I blinked once and went back to reality. I wasn’t supposed to be his seatmate in History but I had no choice, there wasn’t any vacant seat.

Go Iris.

“I have our Chemistry experiment and I want you to answer some questions because I didn’t know the answers.” I told him in a hey-you-didn’t-contribute-in-answering-this-experiment way.

“Good morning to you too Iris.” He greeted. “I didn’t see you for quite a while, I kinda missed you.” His cheeky personality is back. Liar.I mentally told him. I raised my eyebrows and sat next to him.

“Just answer it ‘kay?” I gave the papers and he shoved it into his bag.

Mr Claus entered the room and began the class. Weird name ey? I know right? Feels like Santa is always here especially he looks like Santa having his big tummy exposed to everyone.

Mr Claus was exhorting about American Revolution. Everybody listened (as far as I know) even though it was really boring. When I heard someone snoring beside me, my head turned to where it was. Ha! It was Drake!

I could see his peaceful face sleeping. It was so innocent, like a little boy who’s lost. His calm features and his constant breathing is just so---

“Hathaway” Mr Claus called. “Would you mind waking up your seatmate before I kick him out in my class and give him a detention during lunch and after school?” oh.

I patted Drake’s shoulder slightly to wake him up, “Drake. Do you want a detention?” I whispered lowering my head towards his ear.

“Hmmm?”

“Santa Claus said do you wanna have a detention.” I said louder.

“Hmm what?” he mumbled under his breath.

“Wake up.” Nothing.

“Drake.” I said once again.

“Hmm?” 20%

“Drake wake up!” I raised my voice a bit. 50%.

“akjdkfjdi” he said. What? 80%.

“Drake are you deaf?” I said.

“Yesss.”Eff this guy. 100% okay I lost my patience.

“Ow! What the fuck Iris? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m sleeping?!” he yelled while rubbing his harmed shoulder.

“I said, do you want to have a detention because Santa Claus wants to give you one if you won’t wake up you moron!” I yelled back at him.

I really hate people who are really hard headed and pretending to be deaf when THEY freaking just heard it. I mean what the hell is wrong with them??

I forgot that we were in class and the next thing I knew everybody was laughing. I looked around and saw Mr Claus heading towards us. “The two of you detention after class!” He furrowed his brows and his hands are on the both side of his hips.

Crap.

“Thanks Drake for giving me my first detention.” I told him with sarcasm. Alright, I am pissed at him. I was trying to wake him up nicely and see where it led? DENTENTION. ARE you freaking kidding me??

“No problem sweetie.” He said. And now a nickname.GREAT.JUST GREAT.

“You know what, it’s still the first subject and you got me to detention.”

The bell rang and I grabbed my bag. I went out of the room and headed to my second class. Or you could say, ‘OUR’ second subject for the day.

I didn’t talked to Drake the whole day. I’m still pissed about what he had done this morning.

We sat at Mr Claus’ classroom after the last school bell rang. There were a few students who are in detention too. I think we’re all ten in the classroom. Mr Claus told us not to talk for an hour or else we’ll extend another thirty minutes detention. Drake sat at the back of the classroom putting his two long legs on the table, with his hands at the back of his head.

“Is this your sofa Finlay?” Mr Claus said as he entered the classroom. “Forty-five minutes more for you.” He said flatly. Mr Claus put his things on the desk as he sat down. I chuckled when I turned to face Drake. His eyebrows narrowed and looking directly to me.

“It’s your fault.” I mouthed to him.

“Forty-five minutes for you too Hathaway.” Wait, what?

“But I didn’t do—“

“What are my rules here? I told you no unnecessary movements and comments and no noise allowed. Didn’t I?” Mr Claus could be so mean at times. No. correction.All the time.

I can feel Drake’s smirk from my back when Mr Claus told me to stay forty-five minutes more.

All the other students are busy staring the board while I decided to get my notebook and start to doodle again.

Freak. Moron. I hate him

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