A week had gone since I first came to this school, with a scowl on my face and a swear down with Jack Brewer, and although I never would have thought to admit it seven days ago, I'm not actually hating this school
"How was first period?" Grace asked walking towards her locker
"Mr Hart has got it out for me! He hates me" I exclaimed
"I think it's because you swore at him" Julie suggested
"It slipped out!" I defended
"But when he said 'excuse me' you repeated it?" Arabella inquired
"I wasn't going to lie" I said
"But you were going to swear?" Julie questioned
"My lockers around this corner, see you" I waved off as the girls headed different directions.
As I turned the corner I saw a brown mop head almost swallowing a ditzy dyed-bleach-blonde plastic barbie-doll-wannabe slut. They were pressed up against the locker beside mine, which I had dreadfully found out belonged to Jack during AP English, and taking up 90% of my locker.
Retards.
I walked over to my locker and tapped Jack's shoulder. He continued to ignore me not even opening his eyes to give me his first glance. This time I grabbed the cartilage of his hear and pressed on to it as hard as I could causing him to detach from little-miss-I-am-99%-plastic and yelp with a tinge of a noticeable crack in his voice.
I refrained a laugh to keep my straight face and finally told him what I tried to non-violently tell him the first time "I need to grab my book, English-buddy"
"I was in the middle of something" he seemed pissed yet amused. Bipolar shit.
"I know. You were in front of my locker though" I shrugged
"Bye Misty" he waved goodbye to his slut, who happened to be glaring at me ever since I broke them apart. How did I miss that until now?
"See you later baby" she smiled flirtily at him whilst giving him a lingering kiss and strutting away in what was supposed to be sexy. I think it looks like she needs hip replacement.
"Yeah...probably not" he muttered
"Your a pig" I murmured
"I just have loads of girls to please" he replied smugly
"That's disgusting" I wrinkled my nose
"Walk with me to English?" He suggested. Without replying I walked in front of him, with him following closely behind me.
"I'm sorry you don't have guys falling at your feet, like girls do mine" he said almost sympathetically. I said almost.
"Please" I scoffed "who wouldn't want a piece of this?"
"I can think of one person" he mimicked my scoff
"Multiply that number by a hundred, and bam you have the number of times you've cracked a mirror" I retorted
"Your comebacks aren't making me like you more" he shrugged
"Please you were the one to call me hot" I shrugged
"What can I say? I tried to make you feel better about yourself, I did. But I can't keep up a lie for too long"
"Whatever" I mumbled in response
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?" He seemed mock concerned
"Not as much as it would hurt you if I castrated you with a blunt knife" I shrugged skipping along in front of him childishly
But to my disappointment he seemed amused and not cringing. "You would do it yourself?"
Of course.
"Control your whoremones" I huffed
"Is that a yes?"
"Nope, I'll get Donna to do it. I'm sure she'll be happy with anything" I replied
This time, he did cringe "I admit defeat" he finally breathed out after a long pause. I smiled victoriously and walked into English where the teacher was midway through explaining god knows what to god knows who.
"Nice to see you finally joined us Mr Brewer and Ms Crawford" she directed at us
"Hi" I said awkwardly
"Care to explain what was so important that made you come to my lesson late?" She questioned
"I believe that's a private matter between the two of us" Jack smiled slinging an arm over my shoulder. I disgustedly removed his arm from my body and smiled almost kindly at the teacher
"He was swallowing a blonde chick in front of my locker before I could grab my book" I explained before taking a seat, Jack not far behind. I heard some guys chuckle and I didn't dare to look at the, expected, glares that I would get from Jack's fan base of girls.
Jack took a seat next to me and gave me a sarcastic grin.
"What?" I asked
"I didn't say anything"
"You wanted to"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't"
"Stop with the mind games retard. What do you want?"
"Nothing" he shrugged.
"Idiot" I mumbled
"Yo Jack! My man" said a Jerry who happened to steer all the attention from Jack and I to himself. He stood at the doorway smirking at himself whilst that teacher rolled her eyes.
"Guess who happened to get into smart people English?" He bragged
I chuckled whilst Jack seemed shocked "Jerry? You're in an AP class?"
"Yeah, turns out my English has gotten more better than before" He explained
I lifted an eyebrow "they seriously let you in AP English, even though you literally contradicted your sentence by saying 'more better'?"
"Mr Martinez considering you Mr Brewer and Miss Crawford are conversing across the classroom, why not join them?" The teacher asked sarcastically
"Ai yo! Thanks man, that's real safe of you" he attempted a fist bump (which they call a 'spud' here in England) with the teacher who just shook her head almost as if saying 'who put this stupid idiot in my room' before finally snapping.
"Jerry Martinez you will sit at the front where I can have my eye on you at all times"
"Some bipolar lady, you know. One minute I can sit with my friends and the next I have to sit at the front, so you can stalk me. Chill lady!" He said
"Out Martinez!" She shouted
"So do I sit next to Jack and Kim, sit in front of you, or go out?" He asked clearly confused
"Get out of my classroom" she said
"Fine lady! Make up your mind" he mumbled
Well that was entertaining for a second.
"So my retard of a best friend is finally in an AP class, and he gets kicked out in the first fifty seconds?" Jack asked in disbelief.
"Yeah...well he is Jerry" I shrugged, he nodded along agreeing with me.
"How did he even get in this class?" He asked
"Didn't you hear him?" I chuckled "his English got more better than before" he laughed along with me for a bit before it died down.
"Mr Brewer, Miss Crawford. How many times do I have to say your name today? If you are done flirting, may I continue teaching?" The teacher, who's name I have not yet bothered to learn, patronised
Jack rolled his eyes "Hmm" he hummed "I'm not quite sure, I think I may have one or two pickup lines left in me"
"Kim Crawford, or as I like to call you; princess" He began. I rolled my eyes, but I was amused to what he wanted to say, I was also trying not to look at the girls.
Is it weird that everyone was staring, including the teacher, and not interjecting at any point.
"They say dating is a numbers game, so can I have your number?" He asked looking at me.
I thought he was kidding, just to show off to the teacher, so I replied with "shut up and focus on the lesson"
The female population of our class, yes that includes the teacher, started at me awestruck whilst the guys looked more interested than ever.
"Okay, so in Of Mice and Men crooks was..." I wasn't able to listen due to the fact that someone was annoying me by tapping my elbow continuously.
Since when were we learning about Of Mice And Men?
"What Jack?" I asked irritably
"You turned me down" he seemed feign hurt
"You were kidding" I shushed
"One thing you should know princess, I only ever give out my number to guys or friends who are girls. Basically; Grace, Julie and Arabella" he explained
"What about girlfriends?" I questioned
"You see Blondie" oh we're back to Blondie now? "I don't have girlfriends either, just random girls everyday"
"I don't understand what you're heading towards" I said
"I asked for your number in front of the entire class"
"Do you want to be friends?" I asked incredulously
"No" he shrugged and turned his attention back to the teacher.
What?
"What?"
"I don't want to be friends, but I do however want to have your number" he smirked "you're inter-"
"Mr Brewer, out like Mr Martinez" the teacher pointed
Out of all times
He stood up with a smug grin and just about when he made it to the doorway he yelled, across the classroom -might I add "So Crawford, I'll get your number at lunch?" And with that he stepped out.
I groaned and tried to focus on the teacher and not my fellow classmates. Like I said, I tried.
Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing this story it means so much! So as you know, I was trying to avoid authors notes because I look back at them and internally cringe. Anyway, a lot of you been asking how often I update. I update every Friday, my alarm is for 6:00pm (England Time) but I'm sometimes really lazy, and sometime really on point. Last week I updated one minute after midnight because I was really lazy, and this week I updated at 1:20pm.