Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

50

"Please tell me you have a photo?" I blinked repeatedly as I stared gobsmacked at my mom while she cackled.

My bike the item of her laughter, was what she was asking for a photo of.

"Ma." I groaned as I put my phone in my pocket. Clearly I didn't need my play-by-play anymore.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. It's just funny. I know you were the artist behind the jeep- don't you look surprised, I've been keeping your drawings since you were two." I slumped onto the counter as she came and rubbed my back. "It's gonna be fine. Gray and I'll ferry you around for now. Isn't that right, babe?"

"Yes! Whatever I'm agreeing to, yes!" He shouted from the living room as he made his way into the kitchen. "I didn't agree to sell my kidneys did I?"

We laughed shaking our heads at the relieved male. His body sitting down onto a bar stool as he waited for us to finish our laugh.

"That Cameron Boy I was telling you about painted Xena's motorcycle pink." I face-planted back into the island counter as Gray stifled a laugh.

"That's it- I'm going upstairs."

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"Mr. Cameron! You know the athletic sweats are not acceptable as a uniform!" I stifled a laugh as I heard Mrs. Dwindal shouting down the corridor.

"My apologies, Ma'am. I had a run in with some sprinklers this morning. I didn't have time to run back home without missing school." I peered around the wall and saw the dark grey hoodie and the black sweatpants standing out against a sea of deep blue.

"You, not wanting to miss school? I can't even begin to believe that." I didn't hold back my chuckle as the elderly woman waved him off. "Just get to your next period. And Mr. Cameron- you'd be wise to keep a spare uniform in your jeep. Or apologize to whomever you pissed off." My eyes widened as I noticed her looking directly at me. Her stare followed by Rafe as he began to turn his head.

I didn't stick around as I pretty much sprinted down the hallway to get to my mother's classroom.

"Hi, if anyone asks I've been here since the middle of lunch." I planted as I greeted my mother before sliding into my seat.

"Hi, love, I won't even ask. I also wouldn't get super comfortable. I've got a new seating chart."

I held in my groan as she turned the projector on and I saw my name directly upfront right in front of the desk that held the name Rafe Cameron.

"We have four weeks until summer. Four weeks." Her response was silence as she turned to hide her very large smirk she was for sure wearing.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Bayford."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cameron. Please find your seat on the screen."

"Fancy seeing you here." I snorted.

"I wish I could say the same." I looked up as he walked past me. "Nice sweatpants."

"Wore them just for you, Darling." My breath caught in my throat as he moved away from my ear.

"Fuck off, Cameron." I hissed under my breath as I focused on pulling out my history notebook.

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"I hate this." I seethed as I tugged the skirt back down my thighs.

"I'm sorry, but it's the largest uniform skirt we have." Mr. Britton, our school nurse, genuinely did look empathetic. All the pants they had were men's and way to large. The rest of the skirts they had were too small. After all these were emergency uniforms in the instance a student needed them.

"I still don't understand how you managed to get paint on only your pants." I held back the grimace as I recalled the events of this morning.

"And I still don't get why I couldn't just wear my athletics sweatpants. They're school issued."

"Ms. Tallen. Whatever you choose to do is your choice. However, as required, I have to give you that skirt for the time being so you have the proper uniform."

"Thanks, Mr. Britton."

"Sure, now get to class. And if you were to happen to run to the athletics lockers during your lunch period, I'd assume you had just forgotten something."

Unfortunately, it seems I decided that I was going to wash my sweats this week. Meaning I was stuck in this skirt.

"Oh, this is just great."

"You can say that again." I looked to see Rafe standing outside of the boys locker room. His arms crossed as a smirk crossed his lips. "Did you wear that just for me?"

"In your dreams, Cameron." I flipped him the bird before marching past in hopes to reach my mother's classroom.

"Whoa- hey now, you can't get all pissy when I retaliate back. That doesn't make any of this fun if you act like a brat." My eyes blew wide as I quickly whipped around, my finger in his chest. He had a point. Shit.

"Don't- don't call me a brat. You-you trust fund prince." I spat stepping away from the amused blond. His jaw ticking at my words but clearly my actions had amused him further.

"So the boxer can toy with me- but when I dare to play back, I get a slap on the wrist? Tell me, Darling, how is that fair?"

He was much closer than before, how could I not notice him stepping towards me. And how could I not feel the wall that is stopping me from evading him. His victorious grin pissing me off as he took the final step to trap me against the wall.

"Who knew all it took was calling you a brat to have you stuttering- yet Darling is the name which has you ensnared." I turned away from him as I looked for a chance to push past only for his next murmurings to have me absolutely floored.

"If we weren't enemies- I'd have you breathless." I choked on my words as I struggled as to what I was supposed to say to that.

So I did what anyone would do in a fit of panic.

I squeaked and drove my knee into his goods. His body bending in half as I quickly dashed away frantically escaping like my life depended on it.

And with the state I was in- it did.