"Ms. Steele if I knew that you're good at taking dick-tations I would have made you my personal secretary," she said as she stared at me standing stiffly at the back of her office door.
I bit my tongue hard to stop myself from bitchily answering back. Since she is determined to think the worst of me, I'm not a fan of explaining my shit to anybody, so I'm determined to cut this bullshit to give myself more time to think on how to further piss-off and get back at my-enemy.
"I'm sorry Ms. Pole," her full name (Ms. Tad Pole) in case you want to know.
"I assure you that whatever you saw outside won't happen again during our shift hours," I meekly answered as I adjusted my glasses in between my nose.
Her eyes literally bulge out of her sockets making her look like a toad. I bet she wasn't expecting that one. Take that b-h.
"Now what's this I heard that you poured your juices on to poor Christian's expensive shirt?," she asked determinedly as she tweaks her lips left to right waiting for my smart-ass answer.
What the f-ck, is Christian a teachers pet or something'.
"Ms. Pole, you know I am the model of propriety," I dramatically said. "Christian was so rude to me this morning. He starts to bully me so I felt the urge to quench his thirsty ego a bit..." I was about to add more drama like fuckin' tears but she cut me off before I can start with it.
"Enough Ana!," she interrupts waving her hand to silence me.
"I'll let today pass, since you've always been a model student but this school is being funded by the Grey Family and your scholarship came from them. For your own good, please try to get along or stay out of Christian's way."
Shit! I didn't expect that one coming. I looked at her blankly. She annoyingly glared back at me.
"That's all...go... shoo...out now...your dismissed," she said. Just like a puppy I meekly went out my cute tails sagging.
I sip loudly on my oversize orange Slurpee as I try to think the best way to apologize to Christian. Just thinking of apologizing' makes me scream with shit!
Damn! That would cut all the fun in screwing' him. But a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do, right?