Beep beep beep.
Ugh, my shitty alarm clock wakes me up from an amazing dream I was having. Let's just say I saw how high Rihanna's voice can really go.
I sigh getting out of bed and walking over to my bathroom. I take a quick shower and hop out before walking back into my room and changing. I figure there's no need to dress up and try and impress the idiots I go to school with so I stick to skinny jeans, white tank top covered up by my favorite blue flannel and leather jacket. After I get ready and get all my shit together I walk down stairs to the smell of coffee.
I can't say much for my father but I do have to give him props on the fact that the man knows how to make some damn good coffee.
He and I have an understanding, he makes coffee and whatever else he does in the morning I grab a cup and leave as soon as possible. It's been like this for years so as it might sound cold to you it's my normal.
I head out to my new jet black 2013 bmw, another great thing about the man known as my father; he just loves to try and buy my affections. When I was younger and he did it, it used to bother me but now that I'm 17 and can appreciate the fact that he doesn't give a shit I've learned to enjoy the benefits of a parent who doesn't give a damn.
I get in my car and head to school. Ah school the very place I both love and loath. I love the fact that it's a performing arts school so I don't feel like my time is being wasted on helping me prepare for a future I won't even have, plus a few of the teachers aren't exactly horrible. But that is as close to a compliment as they are going to get from me.
The only parts I loath about school are the dimwits who I am clearly superior to in every possible way, and the fact that while Hollywood arts is a performing arts school I still have to take core classes to get my diploma.
That means for half my day I get fun classes that will help me in my future and the other half of my day I'm stuck with learning about dead presidents, and finding the square root of x.
Now don't get me wrong I actually like math, I know surprising huh? It's just easy for me; you have a problem you work through it to find the correct answer. If you mess up, you do it again until you finally get it. That is simple to me and something I understand so I don't loath math. The rest of my classes are a different story.
I can respect science, I know that we need it in our everyday lives and that without it none of us would be who we are or where we are so I can respect science; that doesn't mean I'm good at it. I get by with a B and move on.
English is love hate for me, I speak English very well, I write very well, I read very well, so for me to sit in a class and be taught common things I earned as a third grader, yeah that I loathe.
Finally, history. I don't know why but history is my least favorite subject. I just don't understand the importance of studying how people two hundred years ago fucked up the country to make sure we don't make the same mistakes. Incase no one has noticed, were doing much worse. I don't care about history I care about the future, my future.
I pull into the parking lot and get out still holding my coffee. I look to scan the group of idiots and untalented people before finding who I'm looking for.
I head in the direction of fire read hair and the loudest voice you will ever hear. Finally, I end up in front of my two best friends.
Cat who has been my best friend since before we could walk, and Beck my first real boyfriend, also my last one. It took one week and one awkward first kiss the beginning of freshman year with Beck to figure out that guys just weren't my thing. Beck was cool about it, a lot cooler than any other guy would have been and simply said he was cool with just being friends as long as I was his wingman and didn't hog all the chic's for myself.
So I stand in front of my two best friends waiting for our schedule. One of the many good things about being juniors was that we got to skip ahead of everyone else besides the seniors to get our schedules first.
After we collect our schedule we head to the asphalt café and compare.
"Yayyyyyy" Cat squeals as she reads our schedules.
"Dammit Cat I think you actually blew out my ear drum that time." I say mildly irritated with her.
"Seriously red what could possibly be so exciting about our schedules?" Beck asks while running a hand through his perfectly sculpted hair.
"Jade and I have first, fourth, and seventh together, and all of us have seventh together!" Cat says getting excited again.
"Who do we have for first and fourth?" I ask taking a sip of my coffee.
"We have history with Ms. Vega and English with Mr. Hays."
I frown to myself, I know Hays and he's pretty cool but I have no idea who the hell Ms. Vega is.
"Aw man you guys are lucky I wanted to have her first to see if the rumors are true." Beck says clearly irritated.
"What rumors?" Cat and I ask at the same time.
"That she's a smoking hot teacher who just graduated college. I guess it's her first year teaching. But anyway I heard she's ridiculously hot and since she's only like 23 she's supposed to be pretty chill."
"Yayyyy I'm happy we have younger teachers this year instead of all the old ones from last year. They made me sad." Cat says while playing with her hair.
I smile before thinking about what the new teacher could look like. I really hope the rumors are true and not just because I want some super sexy teacher, well not only cause of that. If I have a chill history teacher maybe this year's class won't be that bad.
I get pulled out of my thoughts as the bell rings and we all grab our stuff and head to class.
"Oh hey before I forget since we all have a free period seventh we should all just leave early and head back to my place." Beck says.
"Okie dokie" Cat says in her sing song voice.
"Yeah sure" I reply.
"Alright later guys"
"Bye" both Cat and I say together before turning in the direction of our first period.
Both Cat and I are late after Cat spent five minutes trying to pull me off this bitch that bumped into me and didn't even say excuse me. Like really no one has any kind of home training at this school and everyone looks surprised when I have to pull out my scissors?
We get to history about a minute after bell rings but thankfully since it's the first day no one really cares if you're late so Cat and I find two seats in the back and slip into them.
After Cat and I take our seats is when we notice the teacher isn't even here yet. I smirk, it's probably some air head blonde that got lost in the bathroom. I get lost in my thoughts thinking about all the things I need to do when I get home. Gym, clean my car, make dinner, ignore my homework.
I'm once again torn out of my thoughts as the classrooms door is yanked open and a short Mexican girl walks in. I think she's just another late student before I see her walk to the front of the class and begin to write her name on the board.
"So this is Ms. Vega?" I say to myself.
I've only seen her from behind but it is a very nice behind. I'm staring at her ass when all of a sudden she flips around and my eyes land on one of the hottest girls I've ever seen.
Seriously the rumors were true, she's young clearly in her early twenties, great cheekbones, amazing smile, nice tits, and legs that won't quite.
I sit up straighter in my desk; history is definitely my new favorite subject.
"Good morning class I'm so sorry that I am late this school is just so big." She says while laughing.
I laugh at her stupid little joke and I have no idea why. I feel better after looking around to see that everyone else is also laughing. Now that I'm paying attention I can see that all the guys are sitting up perfectly straight clearly undressing her with their eyes, while most of the girls are actually paying attention as well.
"Probably because this is one of the few teachers we have that isn't as old as the school its self" I think to myself.
She calls attendance for the first five minutes of class and I spend every second of it staring at her.
She's amazing; from the way she moves to the way she talks everything about her is perfect.
Normally observations like this mean one thing. I go after whoever I set my sights on and I always, always get my girl. But this time is different I want something I can't have and I already hate it.
I look at her and all I can think about is making her scream my name, something that is never ever going to happen.
I sigh and slide back into my seat, intent on ignoring the remainder of the class when she asks something that surprises me.
"So by a show of hands how many of you hate history?" she asks after finishing attendance.
I look around expecting someone to raise their hands but no one did. Seriously? I get that she's smoking hot but I know damn well half the people in this class hate history just as much as I do.
I smirk before raising my hand high.
She looks over and me and smiles, and I swear my heart stopped beating for half a second before speeding up to a million beats a minute.
"Ah finally a brave soul tell me….."
"Jade" I supply.
"Jade why is it that you hate history?"
I left my pierced eyebrow before answering. "Honestly?" I ask.
She laughs again before responding. "Yes honestly."
"Well I was always taught that we study history, things that happened hundreds of years before we were even born so that way we don't make the same mistakes that they did. But if you look around were making the exact same mistakes and ones that are worse, so the whole reason we sit in a classroom and memorize names of dead presidents is useless. In three hundred years' people are going to study us trying to avoid the same mistakes that we made only to fuck up even worse than we already have." I say feeling very pleased with myself.
I look over at miss Vega expecting her to try and void everything I just said or start yelling at me for my language but when my eyes land on her face all I see is a huge grin that makes me smile as well.
"Excellent." She says.
I look over to see Cat smiling and dancing in her seat before leaning over to tell me good job. And when I look over at everyone else only a few show Cats enthusiasm as everyone else is clearly confused as to why our history teacher is so happy over my hatred of the class she teaches.
"Wait you're not made for what she said?" one kid asked.
"Why would I be?" She says looking confused.
"Because sorry for my language miss but she pretty much just shit on the things that you teach."
"I don't see it that way at all, I believe that you all have your own opinions and ideas, and if I sat here and believed that every one of you loved history the way I do then I would be ignorant." She says before walking back up the board and writing ignorance in the middle of the board.
"Who can tell me what this word means?" she asks.
Sinjin probably the creepiest kid in this whole school raises his hand before answering. "It means to speak on things you don't know and do things for reasons you don't understand."
She smiles again before answering. "I like that, ignorance can have a lot of interpretations actually, but the one….."
"Sinjin"
"Sinjin provided is exactly the one I was looking for. Going back to Jades previous statement many of the reasons we are taught history are out of our own ignorance. History was once taught to keep us from making the same mistakes before our own ignorance got in the way. Now we don't practice what we preach but are still forced to preach it. That is going to change this year. You will have no homework in this class for the remainder of the year, just one final essay that explains to me what you think about history and how ignorance helped you gain this belief. I don't care if you absolutely hate history or it's your favorite subject, in our worlds history there is an overflowing of ignorance that affects our culture today just as it did three hundred years ago."
Ms. Vega looks at the clock to see there is only a minute left of class.
"Alright that's all for today, tomorrow I will hand out your syllabus and we will begin looking into our countries history." She says right as the bell rings.
"Oh Jade? May I have a word with you after class?" she asks walking over to her desk.
I sigh figuring I'm in trouble and tell Cat I'll meet her in fourth before walking over to Ms. Vega.
She looks up at me and smiles before speaking. "Hello Jade, I just wanted to say I loved your opinion and history and look forward to more discussions and opinions from you."
I stand there for a few seconds before my brain finally catches up with my body. "Seriously?" is all I can sputter out.
She laughs before answering "Yes silly, why did you think I asked you after class because you were in trouble?"
"Yeah well normally that's why I stay after class for all of my other classes so I just figured that was what this was about."
"Well it's not and I really hope we can keep it from ever having to be like that."
I can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah sure Ms. Vega I know you're new and everything and think I'm a good kid but trust me, I'm the one you throw out of class so don't get your hopes up."
I regret saying that immediately as I can see her begin to frown clearly hurt by what I said.
"I didn't mean that you're a bad teacher or anything like that, honestly you're the best one I've ever had at this school and I only just met you, but I'm the bad kid that all the other teachers hate and I don't want you getting your hopes up that I'll be something that I'm just not.'" I explain.
"Jade I don't expect you to be anyone but yourself." She says and I can tell she genuinely means it.
Okay I seriously need to get out of this conversation its turning into an after-school special and number one I do not do after school specials and number two I sure as hell don't do feelings and touchy feely shit, especially with someone I want to sleep with, no matter how unlikely that is.
"Umm thanks Ms. Vega. It was cool talking to you but I really have to get to my second period class."
"Of course I'm sorry for keeping you so long I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated your input today. And Jade I'm always here for you if you need someone to talk to."
"Thanks Ms. Vega, I'll see you later." I saw before turning and walking out of the classroom that was beginning to fill up with kids once again.
The rest of my day was pretty slow after that, I got in trouble for yelling at a teacher, threatened a kid with my scissors, and flirted with as many girls as possible then headed out early with my two best friends.
We were hanging out in Becks RV trying to figure out what to watch when Cat asks me why Ms. Vega asked me to stay after class.
"Did you get in trouble already?" Beck asks.
"No she just wanted to tell me that she appreciated my effort in class, and let me know that she is always there for me if I need to talk to someone." I saw while still looking for a movie to watch.
"Seriously?" Beck and Cat say together.
"Yeah trust me it surprised me too."
"Wait you didn't flirt with her right?" Beck asks.
"Of course not I'm not a complete idiot." I say rolling my eyes and trying to decide between the scissoring or sleepy hollow.
"Good, I know you think you can get any girl you want but teachers are not on that list; no matter how hot they may be."
"I didn't flirt with her because she's a teacher but I bet if I had she would have flirted right back." I say cockily.
"Seriously Jade you can't be that cocky to think our 23-year-old history teacher would ever waste her time with a high school." Beck scoffed, which only pissed me off even more.
"And you're completely forgetting that its totally illegal." Cat says.
"Yeah and that too." Beck replies.
"She wouldn't waste her time on some pimply faced high schooler but she sure as hell would spend her time on me." I say gesturing to my face and body.
"You honestly think if you tried you could get with Ms. Vega." Beck asks.
"Damn straight I do."
"Okay then let's make a bet." Beck says while standing up.
"What kind of bet?" I ask.
"I bet you 500 hundred dollars that you can't get into Ms. Vegas pants by the end of the school year."
"I can't take that bet I don't want to run off with your money, plus we don't even know if she likes chic's." I respond.
"Oh really because I remember you saying that no girl was straight after they met you, look it's cool if you don't wanna take the bet jade; just admit that you can't get with her because you can't get any girl you want and we'll drop this whole thing." Beck says smiling.
Okay there is no way I'm going to sit here and let Beck think that he beat me at my own game.
"You know what? You got yourself a deal." I say while standing up.
I hold my hand waiting for Beck to shake it; he clearly didn't expect me to take him up on this bet. He finally shakes my hand and that's when Cat interrupts.
"Guys seriously did you just forget that what you guys are talking about is totally illegal?" Cat huffs.
"Details red, details." I say before sitting back down and putting in the scissoring for us to watch.
The beginning credits roll and people are already being killed but I'm not even paying attention. All I can think about is how I'm going to beat Beck at this bet. Whatever plan I come up with one thing is for sure, tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.