Last 219 Days on Highschool

Chapter 9: The Point Guard

“Excuse me, I think it’s time to proceed inside,” I politely waved my hand in front of them but none of the couple seems to give a care on what I am saying. And then, I realized the black haired tall guy ravishing on the blonde was actually the guy who whistled on me on the other day.

Great! Can they just get a room? From the looks of it, it was as if they were actually going to do ‘that thing’ adults do right here on the stairs.

Seeing how futile my efforts were, I get passed them and continued on my pace, still grasping on the hope that the professor still had not entered the room.

I literally ran the flat spacious corridor until I found the door to Room 452. Hastily, I spread my vision on the entire area, starting form the supposedly teacher’s table. And to my relief, there was no sign of any professional individual inside, aside from the students who’ll be my classmate for the semester.

Just then I heard a sound of an elevator who just had arrived at the building’s third floor.

Ting!

I instantly looked at my side where the building’s elevator was, and I am not shock to see a professor in his mid forty’s coming out of it. And threw him a smile and proceeded the room as I received a sharp look as a reply from him as if eyeing me ‘what the hell are you still doing here outside when it was already bell.’

I saw Bella waved her hand on me from the center seat. Great! We are on the same room. She gestured me to occupy the empty chair next to her, which she purposely occupied with her bag and things to reserve it for me. So thoughtful.

I spread my eyes on the area once more to search for a friend of mine, but to no avail. Oh! I guess, Charlcy was on another block for the semester as she was not here. She was not the type to be late.

I started walking toward the empty chair beside Bella and occupy it once she cleared her things. Charlcy was less aloof than I am. Surely, she’ll be able to find friends on whatever block she was in.

Right after I sat down, I heard everyone greeted the ‘good morning.’ Without looking, I also bid my greetings. The professor must have entered. Once I settled my things on its right place, I looked in front.

And my hunch was not wrong. The professor I saw earlier who just arrived on the elevator was our first subject teacher.

“Good morning too Room 452- Block A,” the professor greeted back with a white folder on his hand.

“I’m glad you made it on time,” Bella whispered unto me.

I just gave a nervous smile. “I barely did, to be honest, if we put it bluntly.” We both giggled. Great! I am actually getting vibe with her.

“Alright. I have here you master list. We will start with the attendance checking, I bet you already had had enough time wondering around for the past two days. It’s time to work on the real motives why you are here at school,” the professor started with a serious tone. He was a strict one.

“My name is Professor Wayne Sabado. And I’ll be your teacher for World Literature for this sem. Say present when I call your name. Don’t there bluffing it and covering up for those who were not here yet. I have a sharp ear who can identify voice timbre and tone,” he warned. Now, he just announced to everyone how strict he was.

The name roll call started and naturally because my sure name starts with letter ‘B’ I was among those fellas who were called first. I just attentively listened to each name called and tried to familiarize with their faces.

One way of being friendly was bearing in mind their nature, interest, and likings… when speaking of nature, that would mean their name too.

“Giovanni Hunters?” My ears literally flinched when the professor a familiar name, a name of someone who I just witnessed hooking up on the end end of the stairs with no shame at all.

“Present.” I am quite shock when I heard someone spoke up when I never saw anyone entering the door in front. It can’t be. I tried to recognize where it came from but I couldn’t traced it back properly.

“Giovanni Hunters?” The professor repeated calling his name again. This time, his gaze which used to focused on the sheet alone, now looked at the multitude of the class as if trying to discern where the sound came from.

“P-Present,” someone answered. What exactly was happening here? Was there someone acting as his proxy then?

After a moment of silence, the professor shot a deadly glare at the back to a man holding a book in his face. “Mr. Stuart! Let me repeat again that such technique doesn’t work on me,” Professor Sabado said in a menacing tone.

The guy at the back lowered the book blocking his face and flashed everyone a smile. “My apology, Sir.  I thought I can cover up for captain before he arrives,” the Stuart guy explained, feeling only slightly bothered after what he just did. He tried to fool a teacher. It was unacceptable!

“Hey! Isn’t that Caleb Stuart? The point guard of the Black Hawkins Men’s Basketball. Kyaaaahh,” someone on the side said as if withstanding the presence of the teacher in front. I could see a literal heart shapes forming in her eyes as most of the girls in the class looked at the Stuart guy at the back.