No Late Pass Here (1/1)

Tao held my hand into the building and of course I didn't object. "what's your first class?"

"Physics" i practically hissed as he swung our hands leading me to the room. I had asked for a lab chemistry, yet they set me in the one class i hadn't wanted.

"I'll drive you home today." He pressed his lips to my head, I couldn't help feeling like we may have been something more. 'it's too quick he's just being friendly is all...right?'

"Okay, i'll meet you in the parking lot?" i asked."Hmm? I'll see you at lunch Chiyo" he winked walking down the hall as he spoke."Ohh save me a seat then so i know where im allowed to sit" i teased, flashing him a smile as i walked into the class right as the bell rang. A slap of heated tension hit me as i slipped in, i turned to meet the glares from the girls i had seen at lunch the day before.

"Oho little Asian bitch is back"

"you think just because you're pretty today that youre gonna get away with your bs yesterday?" the familiar blonde looked me up and down, tilting her head sassily.

I took a breath.

"ENOUGH" the professor summoned the class to begin.

I turned to run from the room."SIT" the professor commanded. I turned back and took my seat with a sigh. I began to hate the class more than i already had. Suddenly feeling balls of light paper repeatedly bouncing off the back of my neck, I turned to pick them up from the floor.

The first one... Empty. The next. Empty. The third with a nasty worded letter scribbled on it. I rolled my eyes.

"Passing notes are we?! Hand it here." The professor hissed. "I'm tired of you girls disrupting my class today" he snatched the note from my hand and began reading over it " If you all think I'm going to let you keep disru-" he paused. "Chiyo go see the guidance counselor please." He sighed and turned away. "Take your stuff with you." He walked to the phone and began talking to someone. Quietly doing as told, I gathered my things and left the room.

'i can't even make it a full hour in class.' i pouted walking out of the room, listening to the tip tap sound of my boot heels on the granite floor as I walked, wondering if she'd let me out early if I cried enough. 'I could force myself to throw up or pretend to have a fever.' I opened the door and sat in the chair taking a look around the empty room humming softly to myself.