The Day of The Escape

XI. Rushing Teachers and the Babysitting Job.

Rushing Teachers and the Babysitting Job.

“The first World War pitted the Central Powers of Germany, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, France, Russia, Italy, Japan, and of course the United States.” Mrs. Kidwell said as she checked the clock for the eighteenth time in two minutes. “And… and…” her eyes followed the long, red seconds hand as she stuttered on the extremely difficult word ‘and’. The bell rang and she darted over to her bag and coat, throwing them on as fast as humanly possible as my fellow classmates started to file out of the classroom. “Have a great weekend everyone.” she pulled her hair out from under her light brown jacket and followed us out the room, locking the door, and sprinting down the hall. She's in a hurry. I shook my head as Liam’s arm wrapped over my shoulder, “She’s sure in a hurry.”

“Yeah.” I laughed.

“What’s your plans for the weekend?” Liam asked as he squeezed my shoulder.

“Well I have work on Saturday and I’m going with Grandma Annie on Sunday for Brunch with Lauren and Taryn. Oh- and I almost forgot I have to babysit Taryn tonight at six. Oh god- and Brett will be at the gym so I don’t have a ride.” I looked over at him with puppy dog eyes, “Can you please…”

“I can’t.” he sighed, “I’m sorry- I’m going to the cabin with my dad, uncle, and two cousins this weekend.”

“Oh- okay.” I searched my mind for another way to get there.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No- don’t be.” we stopped at my locker and he brought his arm down off of me, “It’s alright.”

Liam sighed and took out his phone as he read a text message, “I’ve got to go. My dad’s waiting.”

“Alright.” I opened up my crap piece of locker, “See you Monday then?”

“See you Monday dear.” Liam smiled and made his way down the hall.

I grabbed my bookbag and homework from my locker and slammed it closed. First week of Junior year- over. Just one hundred and seventy-five more unendurable days left.

“Ready?” Brett asked as I walked over to him leaning on his car. He was wearing dark blue jean shorts and a gray muscle tank; the slight wind made his cheeks a light pink and his brown hair sway lightly. The sun illuminated his features and the way his arms were crossed over his chest showed off his intense muscles. He looked like a model and that playful smirk- that playful smirk was going to be the death of my sanity. “Ash?”

“Hm? Huh- what?” I looked up at his eyes which seemed to match his smirk.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh- yeah. Yeah.” I said and we both got into the lame excuse for a car, him with a laugh at how flustered I was.

“Did we have Science homework?” Brett asked after driving for about five minutes.

“Yeah.” I continued to stare out the window watching the beauty of the world wizz past.

“Damn it. Really? You’re joking me right?” he complained as he moved one hand from the wheel to fix his hair which I saw him do through a reflection in the glass.

“I’m not.” I said softly.

He groaned before asking what it was and I reminded him about the packet that we got and had to finish over the weekend on Chapter one.

He groaned again and I have to admit that when he’s pissed- his groans are kind of hot. Okay, really hot. I had to bite down on my lip from smiling.