Unfortunately, at that moment, I'm not sure how to respond; thus, I freeze in my place much like an idiot. Then it dawns to me that I'm suppose to answer back. So, as always, being the stupid me, the next few words I manage to choke out sounds close to this: "W-what? I? Huh?"
I don't really blame myself for being surprised. You don't just expect anyone to clap after you're done singing (unless if you're performing on stage, that is) and say that your singing sounds like someone else's.
Although, it would be pretty awesome if someone tells me that my vocal cords sound like a famous singer.
He chuckles at my terrible response; hands in his pockets, he strolls toward my desk casually and leans down to match our heights. Once again, I am reminded of my short height even if I'm sitting in a chair, while he's standing. "Have you always had black hair," he glances briefly at my paper where I have written my name before finishing his sentence, "Natalie Ryals?"
Is he always so random?
"Huh? Y-- yeah."
"So tell me sugar cane," he begins again, slower this time, using the same annoying nickname he gave me earlier in the hallway, "do you like singing?" Pausing, his green eyes flickers at mine for a second before he reaches up and touches my hair, and I immediately stiffen.
What the waffles does he think he is doing?! Nobody is allowed to touch my hair, including Seth!
He starts to stroke my hair, but I instantly yank his hand away from my hair. Without thinking, I blurt out, "Dude! I'm not your dog!" He just stands there for a while, flabbergasted, and smirks at me before he starts patting my head. Now he's definitely treating me like a dog. Furious, I get up from my desk and push him back. His eyes widen in disbelief and annoyance, whist I simply cross my arms.
"You don't treat a girl like she's an animal, you stupid jerk! News flash, Chase Parker! It's time for play boys like you to learn how to treat us girls with respect." I stop myself to catch a breath before adding one more sentence. "Oh, and you may want to know this. There is this thing called a personal bubble, so you may want to keep your hands to yourself."
How long does it take for Mrs. Standsberry to print out papers?
One hour?!
Apparently so.
He leans back and glares at me, crossing his arms over his chest, unsatisfied, "With this kind of attitide, I bet you've never had a boyfriend before."
I frown, "What's up with your randomness? And yes, I do have a boyfriend. We've been dating for three months." Okay, the last part is a lie, but who cares? As long as this boy leaves me alone, I'm completely fine with that.
"Sure you do, as if someone like you had been kissed before." He backs away from me and sits down on the desk beside mine. "Anyways, I already know who I'm going to wrap my finger around by the end of today."
Bewildered, I sit back down on my own desk and stare disapprovingly at him. "Who said that dating meant you had to kiss someone? And who would be the next idiot to do that huh?"
Leaning back to his seat, he answers back with one eye open and the other closed, "Rebecca Sanders, at least she's better looking than you."
Okay, Natalie. Let's count to ten before you start chopping this boy's head off.
One....two....three....
Someone.
Anyone.
Help me before I get a seizure.
"Then, Mr. Blockhead, how about you get yourself up, go eat lunch, and then go after 'your target'."
Blockhead suits him.
"I brought my lunch bag with me," he points nonchalantly to the brown sack on the white tile floor.
"You're not allowed to eat in here, and what about your 'next target'?"
Mother Nature, what have I done today to make you punish me?
As if on cue, Mrs. Standsberry emerges in carrying stacks of papers in her hands. "Natalie, have you completed your-- " She stops mid-sentence when she saw Chase. "Oh, hello Chase."
"Hi Mrs. Standsberry. Would you mind if I eat my lunch here?" He then extends his arm and points his finger at me. "I would like to help her out."
Oh no he just did not.
Mrs. Standsberry blinks for a split second before placing her gigantic bundle of printed papers onto her neat wooden desk, "Sure, no problem! I shall eat my lunch in the teacher's louge. Natalie, once you have completed your two worksheets, please put them on my desk. Then, you may go to the lunch room and get your lunch. You may not, however, eat in the lunch room because you still have lunch detention with me! Understand?"
I don't even understand why teachers like this boy. I mean, he's a freaking arrogant and cocky guy.
"Yes ma'am."
"I trust that you two won't damage anything in this room." With that, she leaves the room. As soon as the door shuts, I feel my phone vibrate again; it was from Seth.
Oh don't worry, Mrs. Standsberry, we totally won't grab your labtop and throw it across the room.
Detention again? Nat, why does it seem like you always get detention?
In response, I answered:
Honestly, I have no idea... Maybe I was born to be a trouble maker? Plus, Mrs. Standsberry hates me! -_-
"Who are you texting?" Chase questions me as he starts to unpack his lunch sack, which contains two bags of sandwiches, two bags of chip, two bags of carrots stick, and two bottles of Coke.
Is this dude obsessed with the number "2" or something? "None of your business. Now I would gladly appreciate it if you just leave me alone." I snap back at him.
"What about your lunch?" He cocks his head curiously, "Aren't you hungry?"
I finally turn to face him, "I didn't bring any money, and no, I'm not hun-- " Grrrrrrrrrrr! I sigh; darn you stomach! Why did you have to growl! Out of all this time, you choose to growl at this moment?!
He chuckles articulately and hands me a sandwich, a bag of chip, a bag of carrot sticks, and a bottle of Coke, "Here."
"No," I puff out a breath. It would have been convincing if my stomach doesn't choose to growl for the second time. The only difference is that it's louder than the first time.
The odds definitely are not in my favor today.
Laughing again, he declares, "Even your stomach is telling you to listen to me, sugar cane. Just eat them; they're not poisonious, I swear."
Oh well... I might as well listen to him... The last thing I want is to starve myself... Even though I'm frowning when I open the bag of sandwich, I begin to gradually smile as I chew the foods. I gaze at Chase from the corner of my eyes and finds him staring at me. "Why are you staring at me?" I attempt to say that, but since my mouth is full of food, it sounds more like this: "Wu au wu aring at ne?"
He starts to crack up as soon as I embarrassingly say that. "I really don't know why," he's finish with eating all of his food. I stare at mine; there's only the bag of carrot sticks and the bag of chips left.
Tearing open the bag of carrot sticks, I say, "Fine." I still don't get it. If he is going after Rebecca, then why is he eating and sharing his lunch with me? I will say that he is being sweet, but this is Chase Parker we're talking about. He's one of the top players in this school.
He gets up from his seat and stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets, "Are you done with this worksheet?"
"No," I admit, "I have five questions left that I hadn't answered yet."
He grabs my worksheet from my desk and begins examining it.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you answering the questions, sugar cane, before the bell rings."
"S-sure?" Okay, so now he's being nice to me? I thought we're just arguing a few minutes ago.
Right on time, the bell rings to warn us that lunch period is over. "Here," he hands me the paper, "I circled the answers to the questions." Grabbing his brown sack, which now contains trash, he declares, "Bye sugar cane." The next thing I know, he leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead and strolls out of the room with his usual smirk plastered on his arrogant face.
What the waffles?!
Song: "Demons" by Imagine Dragons
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