School Secret - Chapter 5

School Secret
Norway x Reader
Chapter 5

The next day began normally for you and your family. Your alarm clock went off and you silenced it as soon as possible, rolling over into a more comfortable spot than before and trying to fall back into a peaceful sleep.

BAM!

And, right on cue, your mother flipped the dreaded light switch on and slung the door open, making sure to slam it against the nearest wall. "Get up, (Name)! You're going to be late! I mean, honestly, you should go to bed earlier if you're going to be this hard to wake up in the morning. And also...." There she went again. Nagging at you every single morning of your life.

You took your pillow and, with a groan, pulled it over your head, hoping to muffle her or at least discourage your mother in continuing her morning rant. But, like always, that never worked. It just made her more encouraged to wake you up whether that meant dragging you out or making some terrible noise that would force you to awaken.

"Oh no. You're not doing this again!" Her hands dove under the blankets and she eventually found your ankles. Latching on tightly, you could feel your mother pull backwards with an inhuman amount of strength. In response to her actions, you immediately latched onto the nearest item which could help you win this losing battle against your mom. And that item just so happened to be the mattress itself.

Unfortunately your mother was still freakishly strong, so, in a matter of seconds, you and the mattress were on the floor.

"Now get up or...well, you don't want to even know what the consequences will be!" With that last, angry statement, she stormed out of the room, feet stomping against the floor. So hard, in fact, that you swore you could feel the whole house shake.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Leaning your head on your right hand with a huff, you only mumbled, "What a keeper you have there, dad..."

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The bus arived at your stop no sooner than you stepped foot in that exact spot. From all the years you had been riding the same rolling cheese, you had learned to time things exactly as to not spend any time standing at your stop. Because, quite frankly, that was boring.

The small doors opened and you walked into the bus, greeted by the same, dreadful bus driver who had driven your route even before you began your high school career. She still wore that horrendous bun and had not done much with herself since the first day of ninth grade.

Even with the crazy bus driver grimacing at you, there were other things that occupied your mind at the time, so she was the least of your worries. The sad face of Mr. Bondevik still clouded your thoughts. You wanted nothing more than you dismiss those images plastered in your head, but to no avail. He was forever in your thoughts. Even as you sat in the seat next to your sophomore friend, you could not help but completely forget that she was beside you and trying to get your attention. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

"(Name)? Are you okay? You look spaced out!" Carly called, waving her hand in front of your face as to snap you out of the trance you were in.

Finally, you did snap back into reality. "What?" you questioned your friend, giving her a halfhearted glance before facing forward once again and sighing.

"Whoa. Something's wrong. And I need to know, girl!"

"Nothing's wrong...I just didn't get enough sleep last night," you stated, avoiding any eye contact with your dear friend.

"Then look at me in the eyes and say that!"

You turned to look at her in the eye only to see an expression of worry upon her face. Her face molded into a more anguished expression than before. "Spill it. What's going on, (Name)?"

You hesitated a moment, knowing that you had been caught, and finally decided it was time to spill out what was bugging you at the moment. "...Someone I know is very sad for some reason...and I don't know why."

Carly raised an eyebrow at this. "And?"

"...I said something wrong that made him become sad in the first place. I don't know what to do. I want to help him with all my heart and...and...I want him to be happy. I just wish that I could see him smile, you know?"

Your friend's eyes widened in suprise. "(Name)...are you in love with him or something?"

Immediately, your cheeks turned a deep shade of pink and your heart began pounding faster in your chest. "N-No! I don't love him!"

Carly gained that knowing look in her eyes which made you want to smack her. "You sure? 'Cause it sounds like love to me." She giggled a little and patted you on the back. "I just can't wait until you admit it! Tell me when you two get married!"

"Carly!"

The bus pulled to a stop at your school and, before you could even think of abusing the sophomore for even daring to say such things, she was gone, somehow, off the bus before the kids in the front seat. Sighing once again, you muttered, "That girl..."

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Your periods dragged out all day and you hardly did any work due to the images still running through your mind. By the time math came around, you were exhausted and ready to call it quits. Mainly, this was due to the fact that you did not want to see your math teacher at all after what had happened yesterday. You did not think that you could handle such an experience again.

The two minute bell had already rung and people were hurrying to their classes. At this point, you were seriously considering whether to ditch or not. You quickly rounded the corner, opposite to your classroom, deciding it was best that you not be there. If you saw him, it would only remind you of his sad expression.

SMACK!

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" You grunted as you fell backwards onto your bottom. Unfortunately, you had not put all of your items in your bag prior to this event, so all of your materials, even your very own backpack, scattered themselves upon the tiled flooring.

Before you could get a good look at the perpetrator's face, you hissed, "Watch where you're going, will ya!?"

"I should be informing you the same."

Your eyes widened in shock. That accent was familiar, all too familiar. Your (e/c) orbs stared at the man before you in utter surprise. "Mr. Bondevik?"

A hand was extended down towards you as the recognizable blonde responded with a quick, "Yes?" You hesitated a few moments before deciding to take his hand and allow him to help you up. Your books and school materials were still scattered carelessly across the tiled floor, and, once you realized this, you bent down to quickly pick the items up.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned the young teacher while still collecting your school supplies.

As you reached for the final book in your pile, a hand met yours on its smooth cover. "I should be asking you the same thing, (Name)." You pulled your hand back suddenly and allowed the instructor to pull the last book from the pale floor tiles. He quickly placed the remaining book into your arms. "The classroom is opposite of this. Did you forget?" He paused and scrutinized you for a moment before continuing with a second question, "Or, perhaps, were you trying to ditch?"

You froze, embarrssed by your current predicament. There was only one thing you could do and, by George, you were going to do it. "I'LL SEE YOU IN CLASS, MR. BONDEVIK!" With that quick outburst, you sped off, much like Carly on the bus today, and ran into your class just as the late bell rang. "Whew...Safe for now..." you mumbled to yourself before taking a seat and attempting to catch your breath.

One minute later, Mr. Bondevik entered the room, spared one quick, emotionless look towards you, then proceeded to his desk. He went through a few papers before silencing the class and beginning the study of the day.

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Like always, you had not paid any attention to your teacher during his lesson. There were much more things to think about besides boring, old math, anyway. The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. You collected all of your items and headed out the door only to be stopped by a male voice speaking from behind you. "You are very forgetful today." You turned around only to find yourself standing face to face with your very own math teacher. "Did you forget about the tutoring session?"

"Yes..wait...no...I mean yes! Oh I don't know! I just don't feel like it today, okay!?"

"Sorry, but you must be tutored."

"Oh alright." You groaned and slung your bookbag onto a nearby desk, making a loud banging sound in the process. You sat down in said desk and waited impatiently for your teacher to do the same in the desk beside yours. He quickly seated himself in the chair to the right of your own and carefully placed sheets on the tabletop.

"Are you ready to begin?"

"Sure. Why not? Not like I have a choice, anyway?" You frowned and looked towards your left as not to make eye contact with the older man.

"You are being twice as difficult today. Are you still worried about Homecoming?"

You did not turn head to look at him when you responded, "No. It's something else."

"I am here if you need to talk about it."

Your face flushed at the thought. "I really don't want to."

"It cannot be that bad."

"It is. Like I said, I don't want to talk about it."

He was silent for a long moment, waiting for you to cave in. From the weeks he spent tutoring you, he had learned your ways and anticipated everything you did. He knew you would eventually spill everything out.

The silence began to drive you insane by each passing second. It took every last inch of your will to fight against the urge. You wanted to know. No. You needed to know. "Mr. Bondevik...What was school like in Norway?"

You heard a soft, quick gasp from beside you and, immediately, you knew you had struck a chord.

"I would rather not speak about-" He was cut off when you realized that you were holding his hands in your own. His head turned to look at you and caught a despairing look upon your face.

"Please. I want to help you, Mr. Bondevik. If you don't tell me what's going on, then I won't be able to..." Your eyes were in a deadlock with his own for what seemed like hours upon hours.

His eyes snapped down after those precious moments and he opened his lips to speak, "Like I said, I would rather not talk about it."

Your (e/c) orbs and lips slowly traveled downward into an even sadder expression. "Alright..." He slid his hands from the loving hold you held upon them.

Mr. Bondevik stood from his seat. "I do not think that we will get anything done today. Perhaps, we should call it quits," he advised in his dull, uncaring voice.

You sighed and agreed with a silent nod of your head.