Surprisingly, NJ and I didn't get a punishment. Our guidance counselor only nagged at us and gave us a warning but I was still mad at NJ. So, by the time we were dismissed by our guidance counselor, I got on my feet and walked out of the office, leaving him behind. But of course, he followed me.
"You are still mad? We didn't get a punishment and you're still mad? Don't be like that! Come on, cheesecake!" He said while following me. I stopped on my track when he called me "cheesecake" . I really don't like people calling me names like that. I mean, I am a human! Not food! And besides . . . besides . . . it sounds like an e-endearment to me. I-it's embarrassing, y'know?
I turned around and faced him with this serious look on my face. "Don't call me that. I don't like it." I said. At first, he looked confused but suddenly, his lips curved into a smirk.