Reborn As The Wretch

CHAPTER THREE

I am in detention whilst reading the book. The religious studies class is still not over yet, but it's fine. I'd like to personally submit a letter to drop the class.

I jolted as I heard someone open the door. It was the teacher. I breathe in relief, good thing it wasn't a student

"May I know the reason why you're here, Miss Bryony?" She asks

"Professor Peterson sent me here after I expressed my opinion about the catholic religion," I replied

"Oh, Professor Peterson really loves sending students who are against on what he believes in. He's a devoted Christian, y'know."

"I didn't know, that makes sense."

"Are you an atheist, Miss Bryony?"

"I guess, you could say that."

"I see, that explains why. If you're an atheist, why are you enrolled in Religious Studies class?"

"I didn't enroll myself in that class, I guess the principal did."

"Oh, that makes sense. You're the top student in all classes, but not in religious studies. I guess, that's why the principal sent you to that class."

I sigh, "It's killing me, though. He told me my opinion is invalid. I shouldn't have said that,"

"It's okay, it's your choice to believe in your own beliefs, and you choose to express it."

"I know, I regretted it."

"How about you and I make something in the meantime? I have no class today, and I love crafts."

"S- Sure..."

"Great! Here, I have all the materials. Make anything you like, okay?"

I nod my head and smiled at her.

An hour later, I made an Eiffel Tower. But, it doesn't look like the Eiffel Tower very much, since it lacks details

"Impressive, Miss Bryony," the teacher said

"Thanks," I replied

"I made a Roman numeral clock! Is it pretty?"

"Very pretty, ma'am,"

The bell rang, I stood up and said, "Thank you for entertaining me, ma'am,"

She simply smiles at me and said, "Most welcome, young lady."

I departed the room and walked down the corridor. I feel very sleepy after all that.

I went to the library and sat there. My schedule's vacant and I have nothing to do anyway.

A guy sat beside me, it was Clarke again.

"I knew I can meet you here," he said, "You don't have a boyfriend, don't ya?"

"So what?" I nonchalantly replied

He placed his arm around my back and said, "Well, I can be your boyfriend if you want to. I mean, I know you have a thing for me already, and I'm quite charming, you can't deny that,"

What the heck?

"Narcissist boys aren't my thing, so would you mind and get your hands off of me?" I remarked as I removed his arm away from me

"Playing hard to get, huh? I like that," he said

He place his hands on my chin and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away from me and yelled, "What are you doing!?"

All the students in the library are staring at me

"No shouting inside the library, please," the library-in-charge stated

Clarke simply grin at me before he stood up

"I thought a kiss would make you fall in love with me. But, I guess, I failed. I'll try again next time though. See you around," he uttered and winked at me

I do not want to see you around, narcissistic jerk.