Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

thirty four

"And then she said that I wasn't aloud off school premises!" I explain to Bradley as I shout down the phone. My blood is boiling, I'mso angry!

"But you werent there?" He questions down the phone.

"Yes catch up Brad" I say sarcastically.

"Well how am I going to see you?"

"I dunno....? Prehaps I could come out once everyones asleep? Or you could come over?" I flop onto my bed with exhaustion.

"I'm not coming down because of Mia, it wont end well and you know it... I'll come see you at work. I've got to go now because my moms coming over but I'll talk to you later okay, babe?"

The way he said babe sends tingles down my spine making me cheeks go an uncontrollable red and a smile to break across my face, as if I was a 15 year old who'd just been called 'fit' by her crush.

"Sure. Bye" I smile. If this conversation had happended in the 90s I would be twerling the phone cored between my fingers with crosssed legs.

Quickly I hang up and sigh. Theres nothing to do on school grounds, everyone goes out during the afternoon.

Sighing, I moap to the other side of the room, grab my coat, slip on my converse and walk out the door, I have to fix this. My feet batter against the marble door before I reach the school reseption just by the head mistresses office.

"Id like to see the head misstress please" I smile at the woman behind the dest. My face stern, I sit down in a hard plastic chair as I wait to be called through.

"Miss Anistion, she'll see you now." The shy looking lady with glasses pushed up her nose calls over to me.

I push my self out of the plastic chair and stride into the Heads office; shes sat looking directly at me.

"Hello" she smiles sweetly at me.

"What would this be regarding?" She asks as I sit my self in a rather large leather chair oposit her desk.

"Well yesterday there was a fight, and I've been punnished for it, however; I wasnt there and think its unfair to be punnished beacause of it." I say looking directly in her eyes.

Behind her sat a large book shelf lined with old looking books, one person could not read all of them in there life time, theres just not enough time in a persons life. Beside her is an glass case full of awards and pictures of the school teams.

"Miss Aniston I suspect a hint of untruth here." She leans forwards across the desk with her arms crossed. Her old grey hair falls infront of her glasses and her suit crinnkles at the front..

"How so?" I stay refusing to feel threatended by her.

"3 studentshave said that you where the main cause of the fight, there for you must have been present." Her breath forms a cloud and sits around my face, lay off the coffee gawd...

"But I was at wor-"

"I don't want to hear it. Go back to your dorm."

"Mis-"

"GO" she barks.

Fucking twat.