Chapter 3
"Are you kidding me?" I asked annoyed, "What the hell is wrong with you? You could clearly see me at a distance but you chose to be blind and try to knock me down! How dare you ask me that? Who was supposed to see the other?"
He shook his head.
"You teenagers are always immature and rude." he scoffed and my eyes widened.
"I'm not a teen. I'm twenty, for your information."
He faced me.
"I didn't ask you anything." he stated dryly and I frowned even more.
Keisha giggled silently the whole time. I guessed she found it amusing that I was talking back and defending myself, for once. I surprised my own self, too. I never talked back to anyone. I tried from time to time with Josh but would later on regret.
The guy slowly raised the cover of his helmet, exposing only his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. Beautiful grey. He had a silver piercing on his right brow. He looked rather rugged alright, but in a very good way. I guessed he probably had tattoos. Definitely the rebellious type.
'Why am I not surprised? Look at him.'
"And you think because you're twenty, you're something?" his voice annoyingly snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Shut up, stranger!" I retorted without thinking.
'Really? I couldn't find better? Oh gawd, I'm ridiculous.'
"Stranger?" he mused, "Is that supposed to be an insult?"
He chuckled and that was it. I officially lost the bit of temper I had left.
"Shut the hell up." I frowned. I wasn't used to insulting people.
He looked older than Keisha and I.
"I don't care to know you but I know one thing, twenty years of age are something. And since you think you're mature, how old are you?" I asked
"Twenty five." he replied, confidently. I scoffed.
"And you're happy? Because you think you're something? Oh please, don't fool yourself." I gave him an ugly stare, "I bet you just got your highschool diploma and you're here to enroll as freshman. I won't be surprised if you'd dropped out of school back in highschool and then returned after you realised your life was a mess."
He was silent and I knew I'd gotten the jerk.
"What you're saying makes no sense to me." he stated firmly.
"I don't care if it makes sense to you or not. I say what I want and it isn't my fault if your brain can't process it."
I surprised myself even more.
'Woah! What's happening to me today. I'm in such a mood.'
He stared again and Keisha burst out laughing. I expected him to get angry but he didn't.
To our surprise, he chuckled and then covered his eyes with the helmet cover once more. Then he started his bike.
"Hey! You've not apologised!" I said angrily. He ignored me, smirked and drove off.
"Who was that?" I turned to Keisha angrily. She giggled.
"A clearly handsome bastard. Though we saw only those eyes."
"What an idiot. He tried to spoil my day but it won't work. No way."
The next day was a Monday, our first day of school in TUOIFA. I always felt excited on the first days of class.
"What should I wear, Kee?" I asked.
"None of your clothes."
My mouth dropped open at her reply and she laughed. Keisha always said my clothes were old school.
"Okay. Hope you'll take me shopping later." I told her.
"Of course." she agreed,standing, "But today, wear these. You gotta look hot when with me."
She gave me leather, skinny jeans and a fitting long sleeved black T-shirt.
"Okay." I took the clothes.
"Good. At least now people would appreciate the curves and contours josh has been trying to hide from the world."
"Don't exaggerate."
"I'm more than honest. Physical appearance counts if you wanna make new friends."
"What?" I laughed, "That's dumb. Physical appearance shouldn't count that much."
"Well, in our society today, it does. People endlessly judge others from their appearance."
Keisha was right and that was why I listened to her most of the time. I sometimes felt like I was too good and too naïve for the world.
When we were both done, we got our laptops and headed for our classes.
**
On entering our class, a lot of people turned to me, mostly boys and men.
I immediately became nervous. Some shamelessly smirked and winked at me. I ignored them. Keisha pinched me playfully.
"Are you seeing a change, already?" she whispered. I smiled shyly and nodded. There were a lot of cute guys checking me out and that made me very uncomfortable, in a rather sweet way.
I sat down with Keisha and with the other students. We all waited for our teacher.
Thirty minutes passed by and everyone wondered where our teacher was. Soon, the Vice chancellor entered the class, surprised.
"The teacher isn't here?" he asked.
"No, sir." the whole class answered.
"I'm sorry. That means his meeting was today."
The students looked at each other. He went on,
"He has an important meeting and so he won't come. But don't worry, I have better news."
Everyone fidgeted.
"The person I got to teach you today is a professional in the movie industry. He has directed and produced movies like, THE UNDERTAKER, SUMMER DISASTER, etc."
The class got excited.
"Wow. All those were great." I leaned and whispered to Keisha.
"I agree." Keisha replied.
"He'll be helping with the teaching but not always because he's a busy person and– Oh, there he comes!"
The vice looked out the door and we happily waited for the person who'd come through.
"Um, sorry. I'm late. Traffic." the person we'd been waiting for said as he walked in. My eyes widened and I unconsciously gripped Keisha's hand. I recognized the eyes.
"Our part time teacher is–"
"Isn't that the handsome bastard with the beautiful eyes?" Keisha cut in with a laugh, "He has that brow piercing and I recognise those eyes. He's the guy you insulted yesterday. Oh my gosh, I wouldn't want to be in your place."