chapter 3

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It's been a few weeks and Hadley got adjusted to this new year of highschool. They've had a few pep rally's already, football games and a lot of tests from different other classes. The year was treating her well.
atleast so far that is....

Hadley's pov:

I make my way down the hallway after lunch. off to my FAVORITE class. Not that I love English itself... It's because well...my teacher is hot.

I walk on with Blake... oh yeah she got switched to this period because they changed her schedule around. So it's nice to have someone that i actually talk to in my class.

"good afternoon. You will need your orange work books today. Please Take your seats we have a lot to get to," Ms. Regan states to the class as the rest of us walk in.

We get all settled in and we're 10 mins in class and she wants us to take notes as we read a chapter from the book.

"Hey.. do you have a pencil?" Blake asks me.

"Yeah one se-," i start but was cut off  By Ms. regan.

"Excuse me Miss. Bradford... is there something you'd wanna share with the class?" She say starring into my soul.

"No- i was just-,"

"no? you were just what?! Talking while i was giving instructions??" She huffs. I didn't think it was that serious... "When i give instructions your mouth is SHUT at all times. Do i make myself clear?"  I nod my head, "I need a verbal response."

"Crystal." I say with an attitude.

"See me after class."

Damn i really pissed her off...

The time was going by slow and i was dreading to stay after class. I never really got in trouble over some little as this. All i was doing was handing a classmate a pencil.

the bell rings. I start to pack up and walk with blake.

"Where do you think you're going!?" Ms. Regan calls out to me.  A part of me was hoping she'd just drop it and let it go. I stop in my tracks and turn around. She does the come here motion with her fingers.
I walk up to her desk... Her glaze was starring me down HARD as she had an angry look on her face.
"I will not tolerate your disrespect!"

"I wasn't-," She cuts me off again. God can i get a word in??

"No! Let me finish talking." She says firmly. "When i am giving extractions to the class your job is to shut up and listen. And you address me as ma'am at all times. I don't like the way you Straight up and told me "No" earlier a "ma'am" should follow up behind that. It's basic respect did your parents not teach you that?" She continues to yap and yap. " And do i need to move you away from your little friend? Because i will."

"No ma'am" I answered. it was best for me to respond that way then to just tell her what simply happened because obviously she didn't wanna hear it.

"I expect more from you here on out. Am i clear,"

i nod.

"Am i clear Miss. Bradford," She repeats herself addressing me by my last name once again.

"Yes. Ma'am."

"Good." She says giving me one of those fake smiles, "you're dismissed,"

well.. that was hot.

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