INFAMOUS MAFIA HEIR

Chapter 3

"Umm.. you wouldn't want to catch a fly now, would you?"

It took me a moment to realize what was going on.

"Amy are you alright?" Emily said trying to grab my attention

"Yeah..yeah am okay" I paused still trying to gather myself together. "I would be heading to class now"

I shut my locker and headed towards class.

After a few minutes Mr. Drake the physics teacher walked into class.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr Drake said referring to Bennett.

He stood up like he had all the time in the world. Girls were practically swooning over him. It's either he was oblivious of the fact or was used to the stares and attention and my glare.

"Bennett. Bennett Lorenzo". His voice was richly flowing with British and Italian accent. He sat down without waiting for Mr Drake response

"Wouldn't you like to tell us more." It wasn't a question, it was clearly an order. Bennett seemed clearly unfazed by it. Staring at the physics teacher in the eye.

Was he trying to intimidate- yup he is definitely intimidating Mr Drake.

When he realized he wasn't getting an answer out of him he moved on.... Well at least tried to before....was it Jason or Jordan... Interrupted.

"Well.... how's your wife Mrs duck going?" Jason asked innocently.

The whole class roared in laughter. I really didn't get the joke... I mean duck was feminine to Drake but it still wasn't funny.

"Haha, funny." I deadpanned.

The whole class stopped laughing.... Why did they stop laughing... Don't tell me I said that out loud.

The whole class stopped laughing to comment on my 'nasty comeback'

"That's enough." Mr Drake said grabbing the class attention.

So he was still in class. He turned to the board and began lessons. I brought out my materials to begin lesson when someone slumped in the seat right beside me. I mean no one usually sit there. Is not that anyone would want to associate with me beside Emily.

"The name is Jason, Jason Swiss"

Oh so it's Jason and not Jordan

"You can hear me, right?" He waved his fingers in my face trying to get my attention

"No my eardrums got blown away during World War 1." I said not giving him the attention he was seeking

"Oh am so sorry" he said with genieue pity before realization dawned on him.

"Hey... How did you hear me if you are deaf and you don't look old enough to be born during World War 1"

"Well I was being sarcastic." I said rolling my eyes, seriously hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone.

"Damn didn't know anyone could use sarcasm with a straight face"

"Do you not get the hint or you are just ignoring it am not in the mood"

"Fiesty I like it." There was a pause before he continued. " I take it that you don't recognize me am-

"-You are Jordan Swiss you already said that before" I cut him short.

"Someone got out of  bed on the wrong side. Well I was going to say I was the guy from the mall yesterday"

I stopped what I was doing to look at him for the first time I recognized him as Bennett friend from yesterday.

"Ooh" was all I could say I was kinda embarrassed for snapping at him. I was mad knowing my face would reflect the fact that i was embarrassed.

"You don't have to be embarrassed am actually here to  apologise on behalf of Bent"

'Bent' I scoffed inwardly. I turned around to see Bennett already staring.... glaring at both me and Jason.

"I guess someone is on their period."  I said while he chuckled at that knowing I was referring to Bennett

"Nah he's always like that" he paused " you have a great sense of humor"

"Thanks" I used my hair to cover my face knowing i would blushed deeply at that.

"I like you. I would be expecting you at our table"

"I..u..uh." All I could do was stutter. I mean it wasn't my fault I haven't been taken out on a date even though it's just cafeteria at school

"Am gonna take that as a yes. See ya later" He stood up probably going back to his table.

What was I going to do. I really don't want to say it but...i think am FREAKING OUT!!!!!!

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I dedicate this chapter to 233catsanddogs. Thanks a lot for your support