I knew you were trouble
Ten more minutes.
Ten more minutes and it will all be over.
The clock at the top of the blackboard keeps ticking. Why is it taking so long? Why does time seems to move slowly when I don’t want it to. Is this what they call Karma? No, I’m pretty sure Karma had nothing to do with time.
I can’t believe I’ve slept for an hour in class. Well, I did finish the pop quiz earlier than most of them. Of course AP statistics is hardly a challenge.
Heck even if I did finish it earlier, Mr. Robert didn’t seem happy about it.
It’s not my fault that I’m smart. Just because I’m smarter than most of his students, wouldn’t that make him at least a little bit proud to be my teacher? No.
All of the teachers have decided that I would be another one of those smarty brain brats that doesn’t respect their teachers.
My name is Jacob G. Alabaster and I’m a 10th grader.
Mr. Roberts was standing in front of his desk arms-crossed and looking directly at me. Another bad reason why I shouldn’t be sleeping in his class.
Why did I choose to sit at the front row? In front of the teacher’s desk to top that up. It’s all because I wanted to learn better. Once again, the teachers took it like a challenge on their superiority.
At least Mr. Robert is the nicest of all of them. He is actually a cool teacher outside of class.
Mr. Robert pulled his sleeve to look at his watch. He raised his eyebrows, obviously unsatisfied about something again as he swoop his black hair with his right hand.
He always wears sweaters and jeans no matter what the season. As cool of a teacher he is, that’s his only downside though people his age would consider him handsome. If you add up the fact that he’s a middle-aged guy then you would conclude that he have a mid-life crisis.
Mr. Robert sighed and he started moving. He is doing his usual checking-up routine. It’s this one thing where he’ll round the class, no big deal, to see who’ve finished and who haven’t except for the fact he’ll make sure that everyone finishes even if it took hours before picking up the papers.
I still remember this one time where he made us stayed in class for an additional two hours after school ended just so that one dud could finish his pop quiz.
Sometimes I wonder doesn’t he have a life?
I turn my head to my right towards the door. Through the glass of the old brown oak door, I could see 3 sets of eyes peeping through.
My friends were already here.
My heart is pounding hard just seeing them.
Mr. Robert suddenly cleared his throat. Louder than expected I suppose. Well, he must have spotted my friends outside.
“Despite the enthusiasm of celebrating someone’s birthday and also the loyalty of waiting for a friend,” Mr. Robert looks straight at me as he said those words. “I do not appreciate students spying on my class”
The class started to stifle a laugh. I lowered my head down so that no one could see my red face.
Mr. Robert always loves being the one in control. It somehow gave him contempt the way students would fear him. Don’t get me wrong, he is a great guy but it’s just that the students would know when not to cross him.
He stood in front of his desk again, arms still crossed. His nose twitches. That’s the sign. He would always twitch his nose if class is nearly over.
“All right students” his voice loud “Please submit your paper on the desk before you leave.”
I was the first to stand, impatient to get out of this place. I put my paper on the desk and rushed for the door.
My hand just touched the steel cold doorknob when Mr. Robert called me.
“Mr. Alabaster.” His voice startled me. I froze in my spot and turned around. “Happy Birthday.” He smiled at me.
I rushed outside to meet my friends but as soon as I stepped out, they were no longer there.
That was weird
Someone suddenly grabbed me by the back and held me tight. With another hand, he knuckled my hair.
He leaned himself closer to my ears and whispered, “Looking for us?”
I know that melodious soft voice anywhere. “Nick, come on man,” I said slipping his arms off me “That’s enough before people starts to question our sexuality”
He let go of me and bowed “Sir Nicholas Vasquez at your service B-Boy” He raised his head and I could see him grinning sheepishly.
Nick is a handsome guy is what girls would put it. He is a real life muscular hot Latino super model with spiky black hair and deep brown eyes that were so intent. He was wearing a plain grey T-shirt as if to show off his muscular body and a pair of blue jeans.
Unlike him, I am a scrawny lean guy, not skinny, and I would give anything to have some meat like Nick. My hair is also black but it is wavy in a kind of neat way that is longer on the frontal right side of my head and I have grey eyes. Don’t ask.
I've learned that people only have blue or brown eyes, and green sometimes but ever grey. My brother use to joke about it saying that our ancestors ware ghosts.
The Alabaster’s family trait.
“Where are the others?”I asked. I was sure that I saw the three of them here.
“Looking for us?” A girl spooked me from the back. I would have screamed halfway through my lungs if it weren't for Nick suddenly covering my mouth with his hand.
“Totally no one would ever question your sexuality Jake.” Sam giggled.
She was wearing her favorite Black shirt with ‘Death to Cheerleaders’ written in bold pink letters. Her shoulder length brown hair was kind of choppy and uneven and her blue eyes staring right at me.
Standing next to her was another friend of ours, Ryan. He’s the perfect kind of rich guy every girl would dream off. Those sexy Irish accent, handsome face, perfect white teeth, curly red hair and sparkling green eyes can easily sweep girls of their feet. Don’t get me started on his build. Though he’s nowhere close to Nick’s muscular figure, he still has more meat than I do.
Today he’s being modest by wearing a normal plain white T’s covered with his favorite green jacket and a pair of jeans.
He would normally wear expensive clothes. One of the benefits of being rich I suppose.
“Are we or are we not going to the diner?” Ryan asked. “Or rather are we going to stay here and questions everyone sexuality?”
“It’s not my fault I’m irresistible. People can’t stand my Latino heat” Nick teases.
Sam could no longer hold it as she let herself loose and laugh like her stomach was about to burst.
I grunted and turned around, “Fine, come on then” Nick joined me as Sam and Ryan both jogged behind us.