Living With The Bad Boy

32) Your Cheeks Are Hotter Than My Body

A hand slapped the desk, startling me awake. "What's up miss," I causally greeted, biting the inside of my cheek. Gee Lauren, you really did it now.

"Young lady!" my Chemistry teacher bellowed, cheeks burning with anger. When are they not? "This is the second time you've fallen asleep in my classroom. One more time and it's detention for you." I tried not to laugh at how her cheeks matched her teeth.

My bad. "Sorry," I muttered, opening the textbook like everyone else. They didn't dare look back but Trent next to me was snickering. I kicked his shin, hard, so he would stop. What a douchebag.

I copied the notes from the board onto my notebook and looked up again to see that she didn't leave. What the hell do you want with me? "Can I help you with something?" I politely asked her, folding my hands and giving her a fake smile.

"Where's Samuel?" she interrogated, slapping the desk again. What did the desk ever do to her? I looked at the seat next to me and back at her.

"I don't know, miss," I shrugged, going back to doing my work. I looked back up to see her still standing there. Why does she hate me so much? To be fair, I did insult her teeth multiple times.

"May I help you?" I asked in a forced polite tone.

"Don't give me the sass," she scolded. Don't give me the sass, I mocked her in my head. Psh, I was being so polite. "Is Samuel coming today?"

"Probably not," I shrugged. Why can't she just Sam? I don't get the point of acting so formal...

"Why?" she interrogated.

"Because he's sick," I lied. Truth to be told, I really didn't know. I came in Luke's car since he didn't bother dressing up for school. He promised that he would be here for conditioning though.

"And how did you know that?" she questioned. I gave her a blank look. She asked me where he was and then asked me how I knew.

"I'm not answering that," I said, giving her a tight smile. She widened her eyes and scurried off, leaving me in confusion. And here I thought I was going to get a lecture.

"Woah," Trent said, staring at me. His eyes almost fell out of his face.

"Woah what?" I asked. Is there something on my face? I touched it and didn't feel anything but skin...

"You eyes," he said, dropping his mouth. What? What's wrong with my eyes. "They just turned a really pale blue and your pupils shrunk. You look scary."

"Thank you?" I laughed, stopping when the teacher glared at me. I caught her cleaning her teeth after she stopped glaring at me. Ha.

"Class!" she barked, making everyone flinch. "We are going to be doing a lab, make groups of three NOW!" I looked at everyone in the room and realized that I didn't know they're names. Oh well, everyone paired up with their friends anyway. "Never mind, I'm picking the groups based on where you are sitting." Oh hell no.

She started to group people together, me anxiously biting my lip. In front of me was a girl with big glasses and a pencil in her hair who seemed okay enough. Hopefully she knew this stuff. To my left was a half asleep Trent and to my right was my backpack. I set it there with a mousetrap so that if Josh tried to sit there, his finger would snap.

"And the last group is Trent, Josh, and Lauren. I will be docking off points for every mistake you do so hurry up! There's twenty minutes left. Chop chop!" Of course.

"She always gets the hot guys," a nasally voice spoke, particularly to no one in particular. I turned my head to see the girl with big glasses glaring at me. She might glare hard enough to pop the pimple off her forehead. Everyone else in the class rolled their eyes at her immaturity, making me feel a little bad for her. I gave her a sympathetic smile and got the materials for the lab, seeing as the other two were too lazy too.