Life is always great, especially when you are with the Love of your life. But... what happens when that Love becomes a betrayal. There was this girl, Emily, she was in all of Peter's classes and one of the many times. There he was in his classroom, sitting on his seat, day dreaming again about how it would be like to be in Love with her, - those emerald-green eyes, her beautiful glass-like yellow face, that curvy body, even when seated was so vibrant that you could see her from afar, not to say she could easily be a perfect ten model if she tried and all this while the lecture was going on and on about with the lesson.
He was too close to his crush in most of our class that being distracted and dazed by her was becoming perpetual. He was so into it that he didn't see Mrs Smith their lecture approaching him and calling his name continuously, but those callings of his name in his head were vastly different "Peter!, Peter! Come see me tonight..." was the angelic voice of my crush, in my dreams.
He was about to say something when suddenly a pain shot on the back of his head, and He finally snapped out of it rubbing his throbbing head from hardest slap he'd had in his life. The cold wicked, yet calm voice of Mrs Smith like someone yearning to punish a child who has broken a important vase rang into His ears "Sleeping in my class are we? Since you are sleeping that must mean anything I'm teaching, you must already know, right? So, how about you start explaining to us, the method we were doing today.".
"This statement was given as if it was a question but it was a command." Peter thought.
He could hear whispers, He could feel multiple gazes scrutinizing on him like he was going to fail, but the worst one was the one coming from his right. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning, mouth left with a weird sour taste, then he finally turned to look at the board in front of the class. Turns out the formula being learned today was the one he started studying, about a few weeks ago.
He started recalling and explaining the fundamentals and went on of how it worked, explaining in such detail that he was also amazed of himself, those mocking gazes that were momentarily looking at him in scrutiny were shocked more than I was, whispers turned silent that you could probably hear a pin drop. As He finished his explaining he turned around to a face full of shock and a hint of anger or regret, or maybe both, he didn't get it and he asked if he could go to the bathroom as the nervousness or the adrenaline rush finally got to him, but at the time his mind was a mess and started bolting out of the classroom.
He did not stay to hear if she'd let him out and then few meters after leaving the class into the corridor He felt a hand on his. His heart skipped a beat when He turned to look at an ice-cold expression.