Kelling Academy: Fighter

Chapter Six JED

I stormed into my stupid study group and crashed onto an open chair. I was the first one there, which wasn't a huge shock to me. I usually always was the first one to things...or the last. 

Just before the bell rang, a girl and two boys in red came running in, followed by a little boy in purple.

"Thank God Mr. Skale isn't here yet," The girl said. She had a pompous British accent, sounding like those royal people from those shitty medieval movies. She had dark brown skin, brown hair with the curls bouncing down her back, huge gold hoop earrings, and a black mini-skirt. She had hazel eyes and was curvy. Like, really curvy.

"He would've been so pissed," The other boy said. He looked like a ken doll. Talked like one too. His blond hair was slicked back with gel, making it shiny. He had sharp blue eyes and facial features. He was wearing the same red uniform shirt as the girl, but khaki pants instead of a skirt. How sad. He has a very nice ass.

"Too bad," The little boy said, jumping on top of the desk beside me and standing on it. "I would've loved to see your asses get kicked." The boy looked Hispanic, light brown skin, dark brown curls bouncing everywhere as he wiggled into his seat. He was wearing a purple shirt and bright blue basketball shorts.

The girl sat across from the boy at the other desk, crossing her legs and propping her chin on her hand. "You wish, Teddy."

The boy nodded and slid into the seat beside the girl. "But we all know that'll never happen."

"Teddy" crossed his arms and slunked into his seat. "Assholes."

The girl looked over at me and grinned. "Oh, hello there. What's your name?"

I leaned forward and grinned, knowing my scar stretched across my face eerily. "Jed. Yers?"

The girl scoffed and held her head up like a self-entitled bitch. "Aren't you a redneck? Why would I tell a redneck my name?"

Teddy leaned over to me. "It's Veronica."

I touched my face to make sure I was still smiling. "Danks kid."

Teddy tilted his head. "Are you a Purple?"

"And where on Earth did you have to grow up to have that awful accent?" The other boy added.

"Yep!" I nodded at the boy, then turned over to the other guy and made my voice deep and scratchy. "De deepest, darkest pits of Hell."

Teddy giggled. "You're funny."

I tried bowing in my seat. "Why, dank ya, little man."

Teddy grinned. "Oh, and, his name is Aron."

I ruffled his hair. "Thanks, kid."

"Everyone is quiet!" A man yelled, his voice high-pitched and strained like it was being stretched too far. He stormed over to me and slapped my face. "No touching!"

He walked towards the front of the little room and stood with his hands behind his back. "I'm Mr. Skale. This is study group, so I want to see you working!"

I stood at attention in my seat. "Sir, yes sir!"

He slapped my neck with a ruler from his desk and got in my face, grabbing my jaw when I tried to back up. "Don't make jokes, boy!"

I was pretty sure I frowned. "But dat's all I'm good at."

He pushed my jaw away from him like I repulsed him. "The other teachers told me about you."

I put my hands on my face, feeling my cheek-splitting smile. "Dey talk 'bout me! Am I really Dat loved?" 

He slapped the ruler across my throat again and I gasped. Fucking asshole!

"They said you like to make jokes. They also said that all you do is fucking talk. And apparently you can't feel your face..." 

I nodded and sneakily took out the blade from Teddy's pencil sharpener I stole. "I cain't, see?"

I dragged the sharpener across my face before stabbing my teacher in the eye.