Rebel

Chapter 4- Introducing The Rebel

A/N VAS HAPPENIN. yes I'm a directioner and I'm just in one of those moods :P. Owk so here's the next chapter, read/comment/vote and all that ish, thx so much for the reads!! :)x

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Chapter 4: Introducing The Rebel

"Jennifer."

"Present."

I got to class just as Mr. Shelby was halfway into the register. Instead of going into the classroom, I leant against the doorframe arms folded waiting for my name to be called.

"Devina." Mr. Shelby called.

"Devina?" Once more.

He turned his head to the side and stared at me. I smiled sweetly back at him like nothing was wrong.

He let out a strained sigh. "Devina."

I looked at him confused. "Devina?" I said with surprise. "I know no Devina here, sir." I smiled at him once more. He was fun to irritate because his short round face went as red as a tomato. Which made him look even more so like one.

He let out another puff of air, "Ms. Marx. Please. Get your rebellious rump inside the classroom."

I nodded my head in approval and made my way to the back of the classroom. As I passed his desk I added a quick remark. "I don't appreciate your alliteration Jonathan."

I have to say, my day just got a little bit better. The strange thing is that despite how much I've irritated Mr. Shelby I've never gotten sent to the principal. In his class at least. I think the only reason he hasn't blown up yet is because his frustration is released in the bullets he sweats that seem to be permanently spotted all over his forehead and bald patch daily.

I went to my usual seat in the very back of the class. The only other person who sat back here with me was Kamille. Which I felt kinda sorry for 'cause the only reason she sat back here was because of me. She's a real goody-two-shoes when it comes to school.

I dumped my bag onto the desk and sat down. I leant back on the chair and put my foot up. My mess of hair got brushed away from my face. I let out a sharp breath of air.

"HHEEYYYY" I heard at my side. I rolled my head around to see Kamille. Her bright smile shone through the dark, straight rouge hair she always had covering half of her face. She combed it back over her head.

"Hi." I said dully. Why the hell was everyone so fucking peppy today?

"Shit, someone's in a bad mood." She said timidly.

"UGH, I'm sorry." I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Whatever I do today I don't mean to take it out on you I swear Kam. It's just that the days just started and it's already turned to shit."

She nodded her head in an understanding way. Kamille was good like that, but I've had moods like this often enough for everyone to get that I'm not to be fucked with when I have my days.

"Your dad still away?"

I sighed. "Sadly, yes. And I'm still stuck with the Ice Queen."

 She rolled her eyes. "I know you and your mom have problems, but name calling isn't going to solve them."

Damn, she must always be so sensible. I huffed, "Yah whatever." I didn't have energy to argue with her. Unfortunately, it's not possible to understand everything.

"Ms. Marx, Ms. Black." Mr. Shelby called us from the back of the class. "If you two are done with your own conversation, the rest of the class would actually like to listen to the lesson."

"Oh I highly doubt that Jonathan." I said. The rest of the class gasped while Kamille shook her head in disappointment. Mr. Shelby just sighed and turned back to the board to carry on writing.

Kamille bent her head over her desk making her hair fall over her face again, desperately attacking her notebook with her pencil, reaching for her eraser multiple times.

I lightly chuckled tilted my head towards the ceiling. I still heard the shuffling of Kamille's papers.

"You aren't scared of anything are you?" She asked, still scribbling down notes. I looked down at her

It's called having balls hun. Which is more than I can say for most of the population of this school." I sighed. "But in all essence, no." I said and grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and went back to her notes. I tilted my head back up and dosed off.