Misconstructed

Chapter seven

Monday gets here too quickly and I don't want to get out of bed. My alarm sounds and it's like missiles hitting my brain. Slapping my phone, the noise stops and I'm left with ringing in my ears. Rubbing my face, I get up and out of bed, not ready to start my day.

I walk to my closet and pick out some blue jeans and a plain black tee-shirt. Going over to my dresser, I put my chain on around my neck and my earrings in. Grabbing my brush, I brush out all of the bedhead that I care for, which isn't much. I don't mind that my jett black hair is messy.

Barging into my room, Rex goes to sit on my bed. "You're not ready yet? Let's go." He demands.

"Listen, bro, I just woke up. So how about you tone it down a bit." I admit to him as I deadstare him and his existence. Rolling his eyes, I pick up my bookbag and heave it over my shoulders. "Let's go." I tell him.

Getting into homeroom, I see our strawberry blond new teacher, Ms. Fitz. I know what she can fit. I try not to think those kinds of thoughts about her but something about her, it's just hard. She locks her emerald eyes onto my electric blue ones and we linger for a bit longer than we should, making it obvious to anyone remotely paying attention that we have a connection. What that connection may be, we'll maybe just have to figure it out.

I know what I said before, I don't do teachers. But some do me, and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it. I take my normal seat right next to Rex. There's about twenty kinds in this room, including me and Rex. Ms. Fitz shuts the door just as the bell rings, "Good morning everyone, I hope you all had a good weekend."

A bunch of people spoke up with some "yeah's" and some "Mmm's". Rex and I however keep our mouths shut. My tattoo itches like hell, although I'm trying not to touch it. I can't help but continue to stare at Ms. Fitz though. Something about her just screams "newbie" and I love it. I just have to find out how she feels about students. If she's smart, she'll stay the hell away from me.

Ms. Fits goes on about her weekend and how she and her boyfriend went to the zoo. Something so that she feels close to the younger crowd. What is she, twenty six, twenty seven? Rex is trying to talk to me but honestly, I'd rather just sit in silence. "Well?"

"Hm, what?" I ask him, indicating that I'm not paying any attention.

"I said, we should talk to Danny about our next plan. He should have another house by now." I shrug my shoulders.

"What if I don't care about doing another house?"

"What do you mean? This is the best money we've ever made before."

"I mean, I don't like being against the law like this. It's too risky."

"But-"

"No buts." I demand and put an end to the conversation. I keep my eyes on Ms. Fitz as if I actually want to do something, although I don't know what yet. Rex is right though, this is the best money we've ever made and I don't want it to end, but I'm also right and it needs to stop. Otherwise we're going to end up in handcuffs and I won't do that. Something catches my eye at the door and I see that It's Maddie trying to call me out into the hall.

I have no issue with swiping her away, she needs to go back to her homeroom. I think over everything I was supposed to do today, then chuckle, I had nothing needed to be done. "What's so funny?" Rex asks me.

"You know when you panic about not doing your homework and then remembering you have none?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"That's where I'm at right now, and it feels so good." Rex chuckles with me and I can't help but think that today's going to be a good day. Hell, maybe it'll be a good week.