Chapter 11: The Top Notcher
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“Yes, Miss Bartolome,” Professor Sabado gave me the permission to speak out my mind.
Holy freak! I could feel my toes shaking upon realizing that everyone’s eyes was actually set on me now. Gosh! I am not used to this. I had always been the prim-and-proper, saint-like, Miss Invisible of Montreal. For a moment I felt like I’m questioning myself why am I making a stand now… after five long years.
“Isn’t that the nerdy top notcher last year?” I heard someone said on the corner.
“Whoa! She’s all different now, huh. What do she think she’s doing? As far as I remember, she rarely stood up. Almost all the merits she received was merely based on her written works and activities,” another came into my auditory, trying to explain things on the clueless onlookers.
“What are you doing?” I heard Bella asked while trying to tugged my right arm near to her. Right! I just remembered why am I standing up.
I am bringing justice to their lies, I guess. I silently answered on my own self. Jeez! When did I ever start feeling all fired up like this?
“No, Sir. I am quite sure Giovanni Hunters had not attended some sort of club-related errand before coming here as I saw him with on the stairs leading to the third floor, hooking up with a blonde,” I started. I could here their different reactions on my audacity… but there is no turning back already.
I looked over my shoulder to address those varsity players at the back, who thought they could outran their irresponsibility. Well, I am not quite sure about the other guy that tag along with him, but I am sure he participated on lie for he admitted himself that he helped him on that.
“Well unless you consider hooking up a club activity, then I guess I made a grave mistake of debunking your excuses,” I ended my statement and took my seat.
“Mr. Hunters and Mr. Hoovers, report at the counsel’s office for disciplinary action after class,” Mr. Sabado retorted leaving everyone silence, as for me I couldn’t help to sigh in victory. Now, I just brought justice to the class, but I guess that’s not how it works in reality.
Some were rather throwing me nasty look and meanie comments.
“Can she actually handle what she just brought into herself?”One onlooker’s comment struck on me.
Wait-- what does she particularly mean with that?
“Gosh! You’re so brave, Lalisa, but I’m having a bad feel about this,” Bella said unto me while looking a little nervous.
I admit that I suddenly felt goosebumps. The tiny hairs on my skin suddenly rose up in silence. I looked back to assess their reactions. Perhaps, I could get a clue on what I am actually bumping into.
Holy freak! You got to be kidding me.
The first gaze I’ve met was none other than that of the so-called blond point guard, Ca...Caleb Stuart. He threw me nothing but a wink. The two other guys on his side was neither looking or giving me the slightest attention possible.
Both Giovanni and his newly arrived companion was looking with ease in front as if paying attention to the lesson. Gosh! They have one of a kind guts for being chill despite being called for disciplinary action.
If it were me, I would have probably been groveling on the ground with so much embarrassment and dismay over my self. Guess what? This wasn’t the case for these guys.
If my calculations were right. They probably had had gone through with this countless times, that’s why they were so calm about it. Jeez! I really have a lot to learn.
I was taken a back my senses when a flying crumpled paper was thrown at my direction. Talking about catching skills, I am not someone to talk to as I have zero skills. All purely luck.
Not to further reveal my weakness of not being a good catcher, I just watch the paper fly over and plan to pick it up once it landed safely on the ground. Besides, what if they put something in it as a revenge on my honest retort in correcting their unhealthy lies?
“Gotcha!” I might have ignored catching it but my seatmate and first new friend for this school year was rather skilled than what she looks. Bella Park caught the flying paper midair with one hand.
“Holy freak! You’re such a good catcher,” I couldn’t help but to retort. I don’t know if she was just happy about her little success or did I just say something funny, which I highly doubt at all. Besides, I am not that type that knows how to pull a jest and be humorous.
Up until now, I am still in awe and in the process of adjusting on the sudden changes on my life. The environment, I mean the company I am with… how I dressed, and how I bravely stood up around people to.
Bella starched the crumpled paper and a short message was imprinted on it. My eyes literally widens on what it has to say.
“It came from that hottie hunk at the back with a weird red hair and streaks of ash gray hairs,” Bella explained.
“Oh you mean, Kent Hoover, the Black Hawkins second in line on the basketball hierarchy, in charge of the team’s defense, small but terrible, stealer,” one of our blockmates explained in such a very grand manner. I don’t even know if it was an exaggeration.
Now, I am starting to realize, how little did I know about the campus despite my long years of stay. Surrounded only by books and thick walls of the library, I completely shut my potential in knowing the world beyond the books.
Setting my epic drama aside, what does Kent guy want to say with the words he had written.
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