AN: This might be the last one tonight. James Taylor jokes are fun! I hope I made your day a little more silly! Thank you for reading!

Chapter 19

Damn it. James Taylor was leaning on my locker.

He was wearing a pair of those 80's retread sunglasses that still don't look good on anyone. He pushed them up on his head and looked at me with that preppy sneer and folded his arms. He still had the black eye. I felt like Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink. I wondered if the Jolly Green Giant could be my Ducky.

"Well...well...well...you think you're the shit, because you're dating the captain of the baseball team, little girl?"

"No, sweet baby James, I think I'm the shit due to the black eye you're sporting." I grinned.

If he thought he could scare me, he was sadly mistaken.

"Learn your place or I will show it to you," he announced with a leer.

I pushed him away from my locker. I needed my biology book. "Is it Carolina? Do you have Carolina on your mind?"

"Huh?"

I shook my head at him. "You'll never get that Grammy if you don't learn your own music catalogue, James Taylor. Actually, you won't win anyway. Kanye West will steal it away."

"I have no clue what you're talking about!" He look exasperated.

I rolled my eyes. "Not many people do. I like it that way. By the way, James Taylor is a famous folk singer, dumb ass! You must know this. Seriously."

He grabbed my arm, his body pressed to mine. "I bet you would look good without these baggy clothes. Want to be with a real man?"

"How sweet it is to not be sexually harassed by you," I retorted with a sneer. You can make a James Taylor song joke in every situation. Jokes that confuse the bully enough so he moves back.

I kneed him in the groin.

"God damn it, bitch!"

Mrs. Cope ran out of her room. "What happened here?"

"James Taylor tried to grab my boob."
He was crying in a fetal position on the floor.

"I didn't see that, Miss Swan." The old woman pushed up her insanely large, round glasses. How you could miss anything wearing those things was a mystery. "I have to give you detention."

The unfair nature of the public school system strikes again. Oh well.

"Cool. I could use a nap." I looked down at the weeping predator. "Try it again, James Taylor and I cut those balls off and put them on the back of my truck."

I smiled slowly. Detention means an irate Charlie. An irate Charlie means no date night. No date night means Bella, popcorn and the horrible Jane Seymour TV movie. I should get detention more often.