May 14th, 2020 at 10:04pm
Mr. Cavill was a heart throb. Every girl Ori knew in her class had some form of a crush on him, or at least would admit to him being attractive. He was everyone's favorite teacher, students loved to run to his classroom when they were playing hooky from others or even to just sit in there with him while they ate lunch. Except for Ori. She never knew what she had done to get on his bad side, but from the very first day of freshman year, it had been made very clear that Mr. Cavill wasn't very fond of her. And unfortunately for the both of them, they were stuck seeing each other for a whole four years.
Ori was currently a junior, so she was used to Mr. Cavill's negative attitude and cold demeanor towards her. Often times in his class, she would catch him staring at her. Just sitting at his desk, feet propped up, chewing on a pen, just staring at her. That's what really bothered her. Something seemed off about him. This year was a little different though. Everyone knew he was going through a nasty divorce and practically the only thing he hadn't lost was his truck. His savings had even been forfeit in the dispute. It was bad. Still, all of the kids in her class did their best to cheer him up. All of the dense headed boys saved their rowdiness and horseplay for other teachers, and some of the girls even brought him breakfast on most mornings. Students were always crowding his door, trying to make sure he was doing okay.
Leaning forward on her desk, Mr. Cavill was going up and down the rows of chairs, passing back tests from last week. It was the first major test of the semester and admittedly, Ori was a little nervous when he laid the paper face down on her desk. Flipping it over quietly, she certainly wasn't expecting to see the bold red F circled at the top. What!? Ori felt her heart sink her chest but she kept her mouth shut through the remainder of class. The second the bell rang, she followed one of her friends out into the hall and showed them her test.
"Can I see yours?" Ori asked, frantically taking the test from her friend who had received a low B. All of their answers were exactly the same, save two or three and Ori was almost sure hers were correct answers in the differences. This was new. Holding her test tightly in her hand, she ran her other hand through her dark hair before heading straight back into his classroom.
Her hands were shaking, wishing that she could afford to bite the bullet and just take the grade, if that meant she didn't have to confront him. "Mr. Cavill? Can I talk to you about this grade?" Ori stepped up to his desk, annoyed that he didn't even care enough to look up from his computer. "I know this grade isn't right." Ori frowned, dropping the paper back down on his desk and stepping back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was afraid that might even be able to hear it.