THE TRAGIC WALK OUT OF CLASS
A few minutes later I find my notepad soaked with ink. Damn it. I haven't written anything ever since the start of class. Come on, it's hard to concentrate when you've got 'things' going on. And I bet Ms. Brown wouldn't understand that. Why? Because she's a lonely old woman. Okay, I feel bad for saying that now. Seriously though, she's like the coldest person I know. I'd sleep beside a lion if I see her on a date with someone. I actually would.
I rip the page with ink off my pad only to find out that the ink went through the next page, and the next page, and the next page. What a waste. I turn my head to Kayla but she's too busy doing her work. I look around the room; everyone's doing their work. I see Ms. Brown staring at me and I pretend to do something. It's boredom. Evil, evil, boredom. I sigh and turn my head to the window hoping to see something pleasant; I see a student holding a stack of papers talking to Mr. Osborne, probably asking for permission to stick those papers around the school. I wonder what they are for.
The bell rings and all the students start to stand up. I remain seated. I can't even be bothered moving.
"Okay Shaine," I hear Kayla say standing in front of me. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me."
"And me too." Charles adds. "What is she telling us exactly?" He asks.
Oh, by the way, my name's Shaine Campbell. I'm in 3rd Year High School. I transferred here at Madison Academy last year and I've been Student Body President since then. It's crazy. Kayla and Charles forced me into it. No, actually they put my name in without even letting me know. Then BAM, I was elected Student Body President. Don't know how they did it, but I kind of like it in a way. I mean, it's so nice having people smile and greet you all the time. Although there are way too many things to organise: Junior and Senior Proms, club meetings and activities, school dances, and even Homecoming. The Halloween party last semester nearly became a disaster when we had technical problems an hour before the party, not only were the lights affected, but also the sound system. Luckily, some technicians came and we got it all sorted just in time. And I mean JUST. People loved me more after that. Go me.
True, it's time consuming. But it's still fun I guess, especially when you work in a team with Kayla as Vice President. Her ideas are just... Beyond amazing. I don't know why she didn't run for President. She would've done a better job at it than me. In my opinion anyway.
I keep my focus to the window, ignoring them. "Well apparently Little Miss 'I-Kissed-A-Guy-And-I-Liked-It' here is keeping a secret from us." Kayla answers as she leans on my desk.
"You're kidding." Charles says looking at me.
I turn to look at them and say, "Oh please guys."
"Well why did whatshisname kiss you back then?" Kayla asks.
"Wait what? When? Who?" Charles added anxiously.
"McKenzie, Lane, Campbell. You people looking for detention? Hurry and get to class already." Ms. Brown says while rubbing the writing off the board. If there's anyone here who wouldn't buy my 'Student body President' thing that would be her. She hates me.
I stand from my seat and grab my bag, "I'm late to class." As I get closer to the door I hear noises of people from outside whispering to each other. I walk out of the room to see what the big fuss is about.
I see numbers of pictures scattered around the hallway; and they're not just 'pictures' – they're pictures of what happened this morning. Yes, me kissing 'whatshisname'. Oh god. Who could've taken them? Could it be... That student I saw talking to Mr. Osborne... The stack of papers... And these pictures..? (As usual, Mr. Osborne loves controversy. For one of the Student Body Officers to get involved, he must be feasting. That little gossip maniac.)
This is not happening. I pull one of the pictures from the wall to look at it closely. The caption reads: "Kent Roy: CHEATER or Shaine Campbell: SKANK?" What? Me? A skank? I continue to read what else it says, "Our two-year Student Body President Shaine Campbell was caught by camera earlier this morning kissing Kent Roy, who had just arrived from New York and boyfriend of Monique Foster, the daughter of the famous Senator. What is happening here? Who is kissing who? Is there something going on between the two? What happened to our sweet, smart, and responsible Student Body President?" Down at the bottom it says, "By Anonymous".
I am so terminating the Media Club. I look around and see all the people shaking their heads and giving me the worst evil look they can possibly give. I look at Charles and Kayla who have been behind me all this time. Charles shakes his head and walks off. Kayla pulls my hand and we follow him.
"Charles wait up." Kayla says while dragging me along with her.
Charles turns around looking annoyed. "What?"
"Gosh, what is wrong with you? Time of the month or something? Anyway SB Office NOW." Kayla answers as we walk past him and he follows. I keep my head down. I've never felt so humiliated in my life.
When we reach the room Kayla sits me down and locks the door. Charles leans on the wall.
Then Kayla turns to me and asks, "Uh, what was that?"
"I told you about it already, it was an accident." I answer her, trying to stop my voice from cracking.
Charles chuckles in disbelief and I glare at him.
"I know, but KENT ROY? You kissed Kent Roy?" She asks frantically.
"Hey I didn't kiss him on purpose." I say losing my temper. Why won't they believe me? And Kayla, of all people?
"Yeah well you two sure looked like you enjoyed yourselves out there." Charles says plainly, looking out the window.
I groan and drop my head on the table. "It. Was. An. AC-CI-DENT. Don't you guys understand English anymore?" I lift my head up and add, "I don't even know that guy, 'Kent Roy'. Who is he anyway? And plus, I didn't know he has a girlfriend. 'Michelle' or something rather. I don't know her either. I didn't even know that they go to our school."
Kayla sighs and says, "Okay first of all it's 'MONIQUE'. Don't you know her? She's the daughter of Dennis Foster? That Senator?"
"Well there ARE a lot of Senators in America you know." I answer.
"That's not the point! You kissed Kent Roy! He's like, her fiancé!" She exclaims. "You are so doomed." She starts to pace back and forth.
Charles suddenly walks to the door and says, "Look guys, I'm late for Greek Studies."
"No stay. We're helping Shaine with this." Kayla tells him while keeping her eyes at me.
I've had enough. I'm not putting up with this any longer. I stand up and say, "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. I didn't do anything wrong. If that 'Kent' guy has a girlfriend well too bad, it wasn't on purpose, now if you guys don't believe me then just leave me alone." Then I storm off.
I'm ruined. Totally ruined. So much for being the 'loved' Student Body President. All because of that kiss. This is so pathetic. Since when did the Media Club have 'paparazzis'? It's their job to inform me. But no, instead they do this to me. I bet they're thinking right now: "Say hello to our cameras, Miss Student Body President. You just got caught by one. You're so stupid. [Insert laughter with obvious ridicule here.]" That's it, goodbye smiles and greetings every morning, goodbye Student Body President position. Gone. Hasta la vista baby. Soon enough the students would want a new SBP. And I'm off to 'Nobody Land'.
That guy, this is all his fault. If he has a girlfriend then why did he kiss me? Why was he out there lying on the grass in the first place anyway? If he hadn't been there all this wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't be called a 'skank' and I wouldn't be crushed like this.
Guess I have all the reasons to be embarrassed after all, and it turns out the laptops aren't even for us. Whoop-de-do.