School Fights

Chapter 1 - MacAlastair Academy.

TW:This chapter contains strong language!!!

Selina

I have been going to this school for 1 and a half month.
1 and a half month.
And I have already met the person that I am going to spend my life hating if I have to.

Mister Michael fucking Lawrence.

God, I hate him.

Mr "I'm so good looking and rich and get good grades I'm basically perfect." I want to just-

"Good job Marley." Mr Brown hands me my test from last Thursday.

95%.

The fuck. Excuse me?

I look over my test to see what I did wrong.
Of course, how did I not see it when I checked after I finished?

"Very good job Lawrence, a 96%." Mr Brown smiles at him.

Someone please kill me.

How does he get a better grade than me in this class every time ?

I swear to God he's sleeping with π and circles.

When the teacher goes back to his seat after handing the tests to everybody I feel Michael tap my chair with his foot lightly.

"Hey stop doing-" I turn around and whisper yell at him before he cuts me off.

"How much did you get?" he smirks.

"None of your business." I spit at him.

"Ohhh you got a lower grade. How unfair." he mocks.

"Oh shut up." I did get a lower grade, but I won't let him know that.

Maybe they should put us in PE together so I could throw a ball at his head.

"Nah. How about you make me babe?" He grins and I turn around again.

"You wish. I am sure you have never felt a woman's touch." I glare at him, but I know, everyone does, he goes out with a different girl every week.

"Oh no. You are very mistaken I-" He starts before he shuts up when he sees the teacher has stopped talking.

"Lawrence, Marley. Is there a reason why you are talking in my class?" Mr Brown glares at us.

Oh great I'm getting into trouble because of Mr"I'm so handsome and smart and rich and perfect".

"No, Mr Brown." we both say.

"Good. I don't want this to happen again.Understood?" He walks away and goes to the front of the class again.

Soon after the bell rings and I pack my stuff and wait for everyone to get out first before I do.

I don't think I actually like someone from my maths class, not that I have actually tried to talk to any of them but still.

Everyone seems to have gone-

I spoke too early, he is still here.

Yeah it's going to seem I'm waiting for him.No I'm leaving.

I get up to leave and I notice so does he, oh come on now.