School Secret - Chapter 2

School Secret
Norway x Reader
Chapter 2 - Day 2

Today began a little faster than yesterday due to all of your teachers actually teaching. Though you hated the thought of learning, it was better than just sitting there and spending an entire day doing nothing but talking about the class and what was expected of the students. Blah. Blah. Blah. You heard that every single year. They needed to get with the program before you killed yourself from sheer boredom.

When lunch finally rolled around, you were completely ready for it. The day had been a little stressful due to all the work the teachers were handing out and you needed your time to cool off and prepare for the last few classes of the day.

You always brought your lunch to school so you did not have to wait in the ungodly lines just for food. Just the thought of standing in line for a good twenty minutes made you cringe. How any one had the patience for that was beyond your understanding.

As you strode into the cafeteria, you gazed around the entire area in search of your friends. Apparently, they were not in the same spot as yesterday seeing as how that spot was now occupied with freshmen. Great. Now they were going to force you to play a game of Where's Waldo just to find them. Stupid freshmen.

It took a good few minutes before you finally spotted a waving hand in the crowd. Looking closer, you noticed that it was one of your best friends. You sighed with relief at finally finding your group and walked over to sit down within the fairly large cluster of friends. Immeditaly after you joined the group, you were bombarded with greetings. So many, in fact, that you found yourself overwhelmed by how many people were talking to you at the same time. It took you a moment to sort things out in your head before you returned each and every greeting.

As soon as greetings were over, a familiar face joined the group across the table from you. Thus, began another barrage of greetings from the group. The girl seemed overwhelmed as well by all of the voices speaking at the same time.

"Hey, bus buddy," you greeted the girl.

She laughed at your greeting and copied, "Hey, bus buddy."

You laughed a little also and smiled. This was your sophomore friend from your bus; the one who had spoken to you yesterday. She had blonde, straight hair that fell to her shoulders and eyes the color of chesnuts. Her cheeks were dusted with a small amount of freckles and she wore black oval-shapped glasses over her eyes.

"So, how was the Norwegian teacher, ______?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "He was...er...Interesting, I guess.."

"Interesting, eh? What could you possibly mean by that? Hm?"

"Carly, I swear. If you don't stop turning this perverted, I will punch you."

She only smirked. "Just because you're a Senior, doesn't mean you scare me."

"Oh, Is that a challenge?"

"I guess it is."

The suddenly rang, interrupting your 'friendly' competition between one another.

"Crap. Guess we're gonna have to finish this on the bus then?" You nodded in agreement with her statement. "Then it's settled! See you then, ________!" With that quick statement, Carly was off in a flash. Her next class was on the other side of the school, so she literally had to bolt down the hallways just to get there on time.

"You're so gonna lose, Carly!" You called after her.

She didn't respond after that, so you just went to your next class without much thought of the supposed 'friendly' competiton on the bus.

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Late. Late. Late. That was the one word running through your mind as you sped down the hallway towards your seventh period class. Never again will you go to the bathroom during the five minute class change. Well, it was ten minutes, but, hey, you had to go really bad. That and there was a line for the toilets. Oh how you hated lines.

You sprinted into your class two minutes past the bell only to find puzzled students and an emotionless teacher staring at you. "Uhm...uh..." You were at a loss for words as all eyes were upon you.

It was a moment before the teacher finally spoke in the un-caring voice of his. "You are late." He frowned slightly at this point, "But, since it is the first week of school, I will overlook this. Please have a seat."

You nodded quickly, face heating up from embarrassment, and walked to your seat, then sat down. Snickers were heard from behind you which made your face turn and even brighter shade of red. Gosh, this embarrassment was killing you.

Class resumed after your little bursting into the room incident. You were still embarrassed about that, but the feeling was going away now that there was work to be done.

Apparently, you were somehow supposed to understand what the teacher was writing on the board. But, of course, you didn't understand a thing he was writing. You were sure he was trying to explain it as best as he could, but it still wasn't enough for you, at least. Math was your weakest subject, so you could hardly understand any of what he was saying. It was like learning a foreign language in a way..

After he explained the problem, he asked for questions. You had many to ask, but you did not raise your hand. For some reason, you were like that. You hated to ask questions. You'd much rather have someone else ask them or learn it right the first time besides asking retarded things.

Once the teacher saw there were no questions, he went on and did one more example. During this time, you zoned out and went straight into Lala Land. Everything in your magical daydream land was so much more entertaining than boring, old Math class. There you were in a field of flowers on a perfect day with with the sun high in the sky and no clouds in sight. You were happily running through the rows and rows of colors. You just continuously ran and ran and ran to no place in particular. That was until a man came into view. You smiled happily and continued to run towards him before leaping into his arms. His strong arms caught you in his grasp and twirled you around a little before setting you down to face the mystery man. You recognized the familiar features. Blonde hair, blue eyes...he was none other than your very own Math teacher!

You snapped out of your thoughts immediately when you recognized the person in your daydream. That couldn't have been your Math teacher...It just couldn't have. You tried reassuring yourself of this, but to no avail.

Only when you heard your name called did you completely snap out of your thoughts. It was the teacher, of course. You bit your lip and looked up at him, still blushing slightly. "Y-Yes?"

"Could you solve this problem?" He pointed to the problem on the board for emphasis.

Your gaze switched to the math question written in blue dry erase marker. You hesitated a few moments. Crap. He was asking you to do a Math problem. A math problem that you didn't know how to do. Well, this was going to be embarrassing.

You stood up and went to the white board, then took the marker in hand. You pressed the marker against the white surface and froze. That's when everything went downhill. You couldn't think of anything to do, so you just stayed frozen there for a moment.

"Uh...I don't know how to do this..." you mumbled softly, remaining in the same position as you began.

"That is why you should pay attention in my class, ________. Please take your seat and see me after class."

You dropped the marker. No way. On the first week of school, you were already in trouble. What were your parents going to think?

"Y-Yes, sir." You quickly picked up the neglected marker and placed it back on the stand, then quietly went back to your seat, making sure not to cause anymore problems before the period ended.

Once the bell rang, everyone left for their rides except you, of course. You remained in your seat for a few moments before casually getting up and walking towards the teacher, who was currently sitting at his desk. "...You wanted to see me, Mr. Bondevik?"

He looked up at you with his sharp, blue eyes and nodded. "Yes. I wanted to discuss your previous Math grades." He pulled out a folder labled labled with your name. "Apparently, you have not been doing well in your Math classes." You flinched at this note. It was true that your Math grades weren't the best; they were actually the worst in school history, you were sure of it. You were slightly afraid of what he was getting to in this conversation. Oh how you hoped it didn't mean tutoring. Please no tutoring. Please no tutoring. You repeated that phrase through your head several times.

"So that your grades may rise, I will tutor you every day after class starting tomorrow." Crap. That did it for you.

"But I don't have any ride, Mr. Bondevik!"

"Then I will provide you with a ride."

Your face flushed at this thought. "What!?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

You shook your head slightly. "No, but...I couldn't possibly ask for a ride from a teacher."

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird."

Mr. Bondevik raised his eyebrow at this. "How is it so weird?" he questioned.

You sighed and threw your hands up in defeat. "Fine! I'll go with your plan! Sheesh!"

"That is not the way to talk to a teacher, ________."

"Thank you, Mr. Bondevik. I'd be happy to be tutored by you..." Your unthusiasticness torwards this was almost overwhelming for the poor teacher. So much, if fact, that he had to take a moment for the annoyance to cease.

"Give this to your parents to sign, stating that you can ride home with me," he ordered while handing you the form. You took it hesitantly. That's when you realized that the buses were probably just about to leave.

"Uh..Gotta go! Bye!" You rushed out of the classroom, leaving a very annoyed teacher at his desk, and ran towards the buses. As you had thought, they were just about to leave.

As you boarded the bus, bus driver lady gave you a glare. "Yurr late."

You nodded slightly. "Yeah, teach made me stay behind for a few minutes. Sorry." With that you, ran to the back of the bus, as not to speak with the creepy lady any longer, and quickly sat down next to your favorite Sophomore.

"So, you ready to fight, ______?" Carly asked with a smirk.

"Nah. I'm too busy worrying about my stupid teacher tutoring me."

Carly looked taken aback by this. "Huh?"

You frowned. "Yeah. The teacher says I have had poor grades in Math my previous years, so he's going to tutor me now."

"Well, that sucks."

"Yep," you replied simply.

The whole tutoring thing wasn't actually the thing bothering you the most at the moment. In fact, you were actually happy to have someone helping you with your Math. Especially, since it was your weakest subject. But, the actual thing bothering you at the moment was the daydream. What did that mean? You didn't know the answer to such a question. Maybe it would go away soon and you wouldn't have to worry about it much longer. Yeah, that would probably happen.