Chapter Nine
Abby's POV
Lunch seemed like about three seconds, due to some idiot starting a food fight. Honestly, we did that when we were like ten. We cleared out, and I made my way to Health with Fanny and Patton. We reached the back of the room, and did what we did best. We dropped our bags and made ourselves at home. I think this teacher is the only one who let us laze around and choose to participate. But unfortunately for us, we had a relief teacher today, and he didn't seem too fond of our postures.
"Miss Lincoln, Mr. Drilovsky and Miss Fullbright I presume?" He enquired once the class settled down. "I would appreciate it if you could remove your shoes from the desks. This is a class, not your living room."
We did as we were told, not that we liked it anyway. The teacher's electric blue eyes seemed to want to shoot us, but the rest of his face was calm and serene. He turned his back, and began writing the lesson on the board. I was watched in boredom as Patton rolled a paper ball up, and threw it in a lollipop style to land before me. I opened it, and tried to bite back my laughter. Patton leaned over and mumbled; "Had this guy for a few classes, he's a drag."
"No kidding." I whispered back sarcastically.
The teacher turned back, expecting someone to cry boo. We all sat there, gazing at him. He turned back around, and we continued our note passing. I received a ball from Fanny, which had a funny little picture in it of the teacher. It was a good drawing by the way, and oh so funny. I hid under the desk to stop myself from bursting. I popped back up after a few seconds, just as the teacher turned back around. He seemed to keep his beaky nose on me for a little longer than the others, before turning back around.
"Right, I've written what you're required to do for the lesson. And I expect it to be up to standards." He said in his grouchy tone. "And I've been told you doodle on your work Miss Fullbright, so if I see as much as a scribble on yours today, you'll be doing it again."
"Aww come on." Fanny retorted. "Mr. Rilec loves my drawings. Can't I do just one?"
"No Miss Fullbright." He replied. "You're about an inch away from crossing the detention line for back chatting."
"Aww shit." She said with a sighed.
"Line crossed." He said with a wicked grin. "You'll be joining myself and Mr. Beatles after school."
He turned back around, and Fanny fell forward onto her arms upon the desk. She slammed a fist down, and dramatized as she does. I thought it was funny, but I didn't exactly need detention against my name. So I kept quiet.
"So it looks like no one else will be disobedient this hour? No? Good. Now, get to work, and not a peep from any of you until the end of the lesson."
"Son of a bitch." Patton muttered under his breath to me as he got his books out.
It was the end of the day, and we were now three people short of going to the mall. We decided to go to our favourite café for a while, just to talk and get school out of our system. I sat down with Nigel (and to my disliking Lizzie), and he began bombarding me with ridiculous questions.
"So, did you have fun today?" He asked me, his glasses glinted as he moved his head.
"Well, Abby guesses so." I shrugged my shoulders. "What are implying? That Abby can't have any fun?"
"Of course not, but you seemed to be enjoying Dance today." He looked right at me, and I thought I heard a hint of jealousy in his voice. Lizzie looked at me with an evil glare as I raised an eyebrow.
"So what if Abby was havin' fun. Isn't that what you're meant to do with a friend?"
"I guess so…" He seemed a little troubled by something. "Abby, did you notice how well Wally was dancing today? Yesterday he couldn't keep off Kuki's feet."
"Well, no I didn't notice. Maybe he just knew Abby'd pound him if he did make a mistake."
Nigel nodded once. "If you say so…" And he no longer pressed the issue further. Well, he might of, if Lizzie wasn't squeezing him like a snake squeezing its prey. I just shook my head and sat back in the chair.
I just wondered what he was actually implying.