Entity by JJ F.T (best memoirs of all time .TXT) 📕

I took a step forward and closed the door behind me and saw all eyes staring in my direction. I stood on the ground uncomfortably and smile at them awkwardly. I walked slowly to the table in front of the class and place the folder the woman had gave me from the office. The teacher that was writing on the white board turned around and I was slightly shock of his beauty.

A beautiful pair of hazel-green eyes held my gray eyes and I instantly got lost on them. His eyes look like it was sparkling from the excitement? I have no idea of what kind of emotion he has on his eyes; I’m not really good at reading people when it comes to eye battle.

I let my eyes study his beautiful face. He’s nose is perfectly straight and pointy, his dark-brown hair makes him even more attractive with it’ messily styles. It suits him really well. He has a strong jaw and he also has a dimple on his chin. Without my permission, my eyes wander to his soft pink lips that slightly turned upward.

I then realised that I was totally checking him out and the worst is, he caught me looking at him like an idiot. I mentally face palm myself and I’m pretty sure my face looks like a tomato.

“Oh, what do we have here?” the man finally spoke and I feel uncomfortable standing in front of the class again. I would never transfer another school again.

The man or shall I say the teacher pick up the folder that I placed on his table and pulled out a piece of paper what I assume is my profile and the schedule that he need to sign.

He grabs a pen from his pocket and signed his name like a doctor. He handed the folder back to me. I look down at his signature but I can’t really read them. I guess he found me reading his name but realised that I can’t read it so he offered to tell me his name.

“I am your History and Maths teacher and students call me Mr Jayvie.” He said happily at me and I just arched my brow at him.

He cleared his throat and he motioned his hand to the vacant seat at the back of the room. I just nodded my head, aware to the burning looks that students thrown at me. But I never get them on my nerves.

After the ‘incident’, my life quickly changed like a blink of an eye. People at school and outside the school would look on my direction and followed my every move. People throw me hatred gaze, others looked at me sympathetically but I just ignored them. My soul was used to the attention I was getting, positive looks but mostly negative.

I pulled out the chair and took a sat down. I thought as soon as I sat down people would stop looking at me but man, was I wrong? Every time I look around the room, I could see pairs of different eyes burning holes on my skin.

Thankfully, Mr Jayvie cleared his throat once again and started writing back up to the white board. I pulled out my newest edition of Apple laptop and turned it on. I can still feel their gaze on me but I stayed still and continue looking for my Microsoft OneNote to copy some notes.

I started typing on my laptop quietly and I let out a long breath when I looked around the room and found that students were back on copying some notes. I looked back to the screen of my laptop and copy the notes from the white board.

The class went pretty quickly. Students started packing up and exit outside the door. I packed my laptop and put it on my bag and started walking towards the door but before I could exit, Mr Jayvie called my name.

I turned around and saw him looking at me while sitting on the top of the table. I raised my eyebrow at him and saw his lips went up forming into a small smile.

“What?” I asked hoping I could get out of this room because my stomach is growling like crazy.

He shot up and walked towards me and stops in front of me. “I was just wondering why you used your laptop for taking notes instead of a notebook.”

I look up at him confused, “Uh… because I always used laptop to take notes since I was in France?” I explained like it was obvious. I mean hello? This is private school and a very expensive one, so students should use technology by now and not notebook and a pen.

“But Miss Guillory our school didn’t tolerate lazy kids to use technology just to copy notes,” he said and I was slightly hurt and insulted when he said ‘lazy’ and ‘kids’.

I felt my blood boil inside of me and I just shrugged and turned my back in front of him and walk away. I didn’t even bother answering his little insult. As soon as I stepped in outside the classroom, I saw some students standing outside the door probably listening to our conversation.

They look at me from head to toe and back again but I don’t really care of their looks. I just want to grab a food and feed my bloody stomach. I walked into the crowded hall and look down at the map that was placed inside the folder. I followed the instruction of the map and soon enough, I found the cafeteria.

An automatic glass door open revealing a very loud and crowded cafeteria. I walk to the counter and grab a food that I want and pay for them. The old man smiled at me and gave me my change. I walk in the middle of the cafeteria to look for an empty seat.

The loud cafeteria became deadly quiet and I feel all eyes landed on me. I grip the tray tightly and continue looking around for an empty table, but all of the table are full so I started to turn around and walk at the door.

Then I heard someone said, “Hey, wait up!”

I stop on my tracks and slowly turning around and saw a guy in my age smiling at me. He had a dark-brown hair with green eyes. He was slightly tanned and muscular but not as muscly as Mr Jayvie.

“I saw you looking for a table. Do you want to sit with us?” he asked and motion his hand to the big table in the middle of the room. I then catch up that he was popular. Maybe he was a quarter back? Who knows?

I glanced at the girls that sit around the table. They seem friendly enough, so I nodded my head and heard people gasp in the background. I rolled my eyes at them.

“Awesome!” cheered the guy and fist pumps the air, I smiled at his childish behaviour. “I’m Ashton by the way.” He introduced.

I nodded, “Blazelmay,” I said and we started walking to the table. The room is still silent and if this wouldn’t stop any minute, I swear I will transfer to another school that isn’t full of weird people.

We stop in the table and Ashton introduced me to his friends. “Guys this is the new babe, Blazelmay,” he started and I rolled my eyes at the babe part. “Blazelmay this is my girlfriend, Sydney.”

A black hair girl stood up and sticks out her hand. “It’s nice meeting you,” she smiled and I shook her hand and gave her a small smile.

“This are my best friends; Jillian, Clifford, Florence, Xavier, and Terrence.” Ashton pointed to the guys who sat on the left side of the table.

They look me up and down and I heard them whistle and I heard a growl behind me. It’s really low growl but I could still hear it. I turned around but found no one so I look back at to Ashton and Sydney that now looked frozen.

I narrowed my eyes at them and they look at me with wide smiles. I look at them suspiciously and then Sydney decided to introduce the people who sat on the right side of the table.

“And this are my best friends; Maricar, Charel, Pauline, and Andy. Maricar is Terrence girlfriend, Charel is Jillian’s girlfriend, Pauline is Florence’s girlfriend and Andy is Clifford’s girlfriend. Xavier is the only single in our group.” Sydney said happily.

I sat down and started picking on my food. I nearly chock on my pizza when a blonde girl, Andy, jumped beside me happily and announced the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Oh-em-gee…. You and Xavier would be best and cutest couple in our school if you guys would hook up.” She said cheerfully.

I fiddle uncomfortably on the chair and hesitantly to look to Xavier on what’s his reaction. But then I wasn’t really surprised of his flirty look that he was publicly showed towards me. His playful smirk and flirty wink makes me cringed in disgust.

Don’t get me wrong, the man has the look. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for his charm. He is hot. But I really don’t want a relationship just yet. I smile back at him boringly and continued eating my lunch then the bell rang.

My new friends and I separated ways and I headed to the Art for my third lesson. I open the room and luckily I’m not late. In fact, I’m the first one who entered the room. I decided to sit in the back like I usually did in France and started to prepare all of my things that needed for Art.

Students started entering the room until all the chairs are full and a very good looking teacher walk in with some colouring materials on his arms. He looked same age as Mr Jayvie but the way his eyes flickered on my direction tells me that he’s not a threat and that I could trust him.

He stood in front of the class and opens the folder that I placed on his table just like I did to Mr Jayvie’s class. He looked at it and signed it and put it back inside the folder. He looked at my direction and flashed a breathtaking smile.

“Welcome to my class Miss Guillory and you can call me Mr Irving,” he said and I just smile and nodded totally lost of words.