Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Oh God it's Friday." Peter comes out of the blue and wraps his arms around me from behind, causing me to jump. "We made it through this week." He spins me around and kisses the tip of my nose.

"I punched Archer last night. I broke his nose." I blurt out. I kept thinking about it all night and I just can't wipe the pride off. I broke a dude's nose! I mean, how can someone not be proud of that?

"You?" His eyes widen and his lips curve into a humorous half smile. "You broke his nose?" He asks and I nod, grinning proudly like an idiot. "Are you sure?"

"Well it wasn't... really broken." I admit and he smirks the I-know-it smirk "But it was bleeding quite badly." I say hopefully but he just chuckles.

"Whatever you say, princess." He waits for me to take my books and we start walking to class. "How is your hand now?"

"It's only a scratch, Pete. It's okay." I roll my eyes.

"But it's bleeding. That's not okay." He points out.

"It bled, Pete. And it has stopped now." I roll my eyes "You should only worry if I got bitten by a shark or something."

He ignores my last comment and look at my wrist. "Still, it may bleed again." He takes my bad hand and examines it carefully. And by "examine it carefully" I mean draw my hand

merely one inch from his eyeballs.

"Stop that, you weirdo." I snatch my hand back, making him laughs out loud.

"We have tests next week, right?" I'm quite a nerd, too. I always finish my homework and assignments on time and pay attention in class and study for exams. But I do them secretly, because if the popular finds out that I'm a goody-two-shoe, my reputation is gone and there are high chances that it's not coming back. The reason that I study hard is to pass classes and go to college and get a proper job so I can have a life on my own, an independent life. I'm just so sick of getting some monthly trashy cash from my father.

"Yeah. I guess so." Peter shrugs.

"Yeah we do have tests next week." I check my schedule "Important stuffs."

"Who cares about 'important stuffs'?" He use his hands to do the air quote "I'm just gonna sit next to you and copy your work. You're a smart kid. You'll do the study part." He says cheerily and ruffles my hair.

"Don't touch my hair." I pout and swat his hand away. Personally I hate being hair ruffled, which is easy to understand because every girl does. And I also hate being copied in exams. I mean, it's me who works hard, it's me who does the test brilliantly so why the hell would I want to share my effort with some stupid jocks who doesn't even thank me after copying my paper?

"And sure, I'll do the study part." I say. Peter is the only exception. Only because he's my best friend.

"That's my girl." He kissed my hair and attempt to mess it up again but we've arrived at my class so I run inside before he can do anything.
And, unsurprisingly, he runs after me and we have a make out session at the back of the class. Fortunately, the teacher hasn't come in yet, and the students here don't seem to care much about us. I guess they're familiar with it.

"What do you two think you're doing in my class?" An angry voice interrupts us just as Peter's about to lift me off the ground. Literally. I immediately push him away and look at my teacher

guiltily.

"We're just fucking–" Peter starts but clap my hand over his mouth.

"Shut up." I hiss in his ear then turn to the teacher, who is giving me the I-knew-you-were-trouble look "I'm sorry Mrs. Clark." My voice comes out as a small squeaky noise but I hope she gets it.