Author's note: Ok guys, so after what seems like ETERNITY I have finally written the next chapter.
Hope you love it!
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Oh, one more thing... My language in this chapter has been kind of... well.,. you know...
Anyway, just a warning, if your not used to it.
-Sanaya
It was about two weeks after the dance and school had gone back to it's usual bore, droning on day after day, with classes back in full swing and exams a mere three weeks away.
I looked around the class room. A sea of people nodding off or already fast asleep surround me in all directions.
To my right, Gordon, the younger version of Hugh Hefner (by that I mean addicted to porn) seems entirely too engrossed in his English textbook.... But is actually watching a porno on his phone. I grimace at that puke invoking sight.
I could Sean behind me snoring up a storm. In between snores I managed to hear a couple of words that seemed to be the lyrics of..... 'Blank Space '.... ?Weird.... Taylor Swift fan much?
Diagonally to my left Matt, was busy taking notes.... He has his head so far stuck up just about every teacher's arse that I sometimes wonder how he can even breathe.... And the irony of it all was that he barely passes with all his butt-licking.
To my left Tyler was nodding his head rhythmically to the drum solo, of what seemed to be 'Give me a sign', he had started on his desk.
On the window sill behind Tyler, a pair of hands clutched the ends, and Chase began climbing up.
I yelped and fell out of my chair! The entire class burst out laughing
"Ms. Harrison, I am aware that Shakespeare has the ability to push us out of our seats, but if you would kindly sit still during class, it would be much appreciated." , Mrs. Jones said, not giving Chase a second glance - like it was the most normal thing to see a teenage boy climb up to the window of the third freaking floor!
He waved through the glass and moved his hands indicating that I should come out. The hell that was happening!
He glared at me through the glass. Shut the fuck up and get your butt out here, he mouthed.
No! I mouthed back.
Get out here or I'm coming in!
Piss off! I'm busy!
Yeah, I can see that, he smirked.
He began opening the window. He was not above walking into the middle of class through a window like he owned the place. I knew I had to do what he wanted...
"Mrs. Jones?", I squeaked, bringing the attention right back to me. "Can I go to the wash room?"
"Yes you can, but you may not", she said, a smug smile on her face.
I sighed exasperated. I knew what she was going on about.
"May I?"
"May you what?"
Would this woman just cool it with her Grammar Nazism and just let me leave the bloody classroom?
"May I go to the wash room?", I asked as politely as I could, before I snapped her neck.
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The never ending Chase
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