The Rebel Royalties

Chapter 14

Derek's POV

Carla and I were walking to creative writing as she kept fidgeting, "I vote that we just skip," she said, swallowing, I shook my head.

"Princess, we can't skip," I told her, she groaned and shook her head.

"We can skip when you want to, but not when I want to," she said, her hand tapping on her leg nonstop.

"I'm saying it because presenting the story is part of our grade," I said, she huffed.

"Fine, but you owe me," she said, crossing her arms, I nodded.

"Deal," I agreed, as we walked into class, sitting in our normal seats. Carla pulled out her phone and pulled up our story on it while I grabbed my sketchbook out of my bag and flipped it to where the drawings for the story were. I glanced at her, her knee was bouncing and she sighed, "Hey, we'll go last," I told her, she nodded.

Mrs. Stone came in as the bell rang, "Alright, today we'll start presenting our short stories and I planned for this to take all week," she told us, Carla slumped in her seat.

"What are we gonna do if it doesn't take the whole time," Lukas asked, Carla rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Give the people who didn't get it done time to get it done," she muttered, just loud enough that Lukas, Rylee, Charlie, and I all heard it.

Lukas turned to look at her as she smirked and shrugged, "I planned on having us watch a movie or something," Mrs. Stone said, I did my best not to laugh at Carla's comment when the door opened again.

"Mrs. Stone, class," the principal, Andrew Lynn, and his daughter walked in, looking around. "I hope you wouldn't mind us sitting in," he said, Mrs. Stone gave him a polite smile and shook her head.

"Not at all, have a seat," she said, before turning back to us. "So, who would like to go first," she asked, as Myra and her dad took two seats in the front row. No one volunteered to go first. "I'll pick a random group if no one volunteers," she said, I glanced at Carla to see her shrug, staring down at her notebook in front of her and doodling.

"How about Carla goes first," the principal said, her head shot up.

"What," she asked, I glanced at her and she swallowed.

"Yeah, Carla should definitely go first," Myra said, her eyes flickering to me as I shook my head.

"We don't have to do what they want," I whispered, she shrugged and got up.

"Let's just get it done and over with," she muttered, heading to the front of the class, I sighed and got up, grabbing my sketchbook and following her. Carla unlocked her phone as I fidgeted with the pages of my sketchbook, she looked at me, "Trade me, you're reading first," she told me, I nodded, handing her my sketchbook and taking her phone.

Mr. Lynn cleared his throat, "Phones aren't allowed in class," he said, looking at us, Carla bit the inside of her cheek.

"The story is on my drive so if we want to present it I either need my phone or computer," she was being as polite as she could be.

Mrs. Stone shook her head, looking at us, "Carla, Derek, continue with presenting, please," she said, we looked at her and nodded. We had decided that we were only going to read the first five pages of the story instead of the ten that it ended up being.

I started reading as Carla showed the art that went with it, I reached halfway before trading her phone for my sketchbook. She started reading and I saw that she hated being in front of the class, sharing her writing with anybody. She reached the spot we decided to stop at and turned off her phone.