𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙨

I - Good Girl

Sienna

History was never my strong suit. Frankly, no subject in school has ever granted me over an 83%. Well, technically, if I truly tried I could be getting straight A's. If I was committed to being a total geek. So, really, no subject has ever granted me the interest to get over an 83%.

Teachers were supposed to at least try to change that. To make class a little interesting, that's what made the good teachers so likeable. Besides not caring if your whereabouts are on the opposite side of the school. But Aramis Callaghan does. Not only does he care about my whereabouts, but he also for some reason loves to make sure I'm paying attention to his boring yap sessions. What kind of name is Aramis anyway? Were his parents paying attention to everyone telling them not to pick that name?

I would so rather be in the bathroom either on my phone or doing the quarterback. Preferably the first option, when we got caught I ended up being suspended for a day. And I never heard the end of it from Callaghan. I get it happened in his class, but he had it coming. If he didn't bore us to death maybe I would choose staying in class over faking an orgasm. At least I was learning some valuable lessons in the bathroom, pick a man that knows how to use his fingers. But when the hell am I gonna use the knowledge of what some ancient old people were doing?

"Sienna."

Speak of the devil. Or think of the devil. Maybe my history professor can read minds. Add that to the list of annoying ass traits he has. I look up from the page were supposed to be taking notes on from his lecture. It's blank.

"Take that earbud out of your ear. What are you listening to that is so interesting you can't be bothered to pay attention to what I'm talking about?"

"your dad's whimpering audio." I only say it quietly. Because I really don't feel like getting yelled at for being "school inappropriate." Lacy, the girl behind me hears and snickers. She's a real one, always laughing at me even if the rest of the class is unamused.

How he noticed my Airpod is beyond me. I literally sit in the back. Which is surprising, I totally thought he'd have moved me up by now.

"Well? Are you gonna answer?"

Why does he even care what I'm listening too. It's not that hard to be more entertaining than a history class.

"The Weeknd." I mutter, putting it back in my case.

"I'd advise you to save zoning out and blasting music for the weekend, Sienna."

"Haha very funny. I see what you did there, very clever."

The class is silent and, unfortunately, now my earbud is silent and now I can really feel his gaze on mine. Fully feel it. The weight transferred with each pointed look, every intention behind a tilt of his head or a pause or a blink. The way his low ass lighting makes his light brown eyes almost black. The way he's dressed really casual today, in a black t shirt and grey sweat pants and is that even proper teacher attire? But it looks....goodish. Goodish because I hate him and that knocks it down 10 points.

"No, Sienna, I think you're the clever one. How about you read the class one of the bullet points you have down?"

If he can see my Airpod he can definitely see my paper, which means he knows it's blank and he's just doing this to be annoying.