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7 - Isn't It Fun

7 – Isn't It Fun

{Calum's point of view}

I walked out of the assembly hall knowing I shouldn't have gone that far, but she had it coming. I heard her boots stomp down the hallway from behind me and I turned as she screamed.

"You're a fucking dick!" I smirked at her anger, knowing this boiled her bones more than me dying her hair green. "You had to do that in front of the whole school?" I just carried on smirking at her now red face. She was more than pissed. Arabella's hand connected to my cheek, the stinging sensation prickling in a circular motion; the noise echoed through the empty hallway.

"It was worth it." A smirk still on my face as I raised my hand to my cheek to support the bruise she had just created.

"Whatever Calum, go fuck yourself. This isn't over." She walked past me, her girls finally stumbling out of the still silent assembly hall. Each one of them stormed up to me and landed a loud slap on the same cheek Arabella hit before strutting up to Arabella. I flipped them off as the boys approached me.

"We are dead!" Michael panicked, his voice progressively getting louder and I quickly placed my index finger on my lips.

"Michael shut up! I will sort this out, you guys aren't in shit. I am. Go!" I ordered them as the scattered into the bathroom. Arabella turned and looked at me; I looked at her in the eyes and grinned as the head-master took my wrist and dragged me to his office.

His office was very modern; a white leather couch was planted in the corner of the box room. A fake plant in a silver pot accented the room. Windows allowed light enter the room and his desk had pens and other objects scattered around. I sat down on the white leather chair that matched the couch in the corner; slouching and folding my arms across my chest.

"You are an embarrassment to this school, Mr Hood!" He shouted, leaning on his oak wooden desk that had lost its shine. I shrugged, aggravating the man in front of me even more, most of the syrup and feathers had been removed from his clothes and face. "I will be in contact with your parents!" Mr Ball's voice got louder, booming around the room. I rolled my eyes and smirked.

"My parents won't give a flying fuck if you suspend or expel me. Try your best, Jonathan, because you won't win and neither will the lockless monster." Sitting up and pulling my chair closer to the desk, he looked at me in disgust. "Red suits you, Sir." If steam could be visible through his ears, it would cause a smoke alarm to beep like crazy.

"Watch your tone young man!" Yelling wasn't even the word. I shook my head and put my hand in my jeans pocket, pulling out £50 which is my bribe. Placing it on the table he calmed down quickly and I smiled.

"Here is my offer, you can have that and tell my parents nothing about this and give me two weeks of detention max or, I could tell your wife you are banging one of the dumb blondes in my year." I stood up and carried on. "And your assistant, so let me go or I can tell your wife who loves you to pieces." I sighed. Acting dramatic wasn't the hardest thing for me. He nodded; taking the bribe and I walked out of the box room which he called an office. As I walked outside, I lit a cigarette, inhaling its deadly chemicals; I saw Arabella sitting on the cold concrete, looking ahead. Arabella looked me up and down in embarrassment and disgust.

"Not gone yet?" She looked ahead, not glancing at me once. Taking another drag of her cigarette and flicking the ash, I smirked at her.

"I'm going to miss you too." I teased, as I looked down at her while exhaling the smoke out of my mouth. She flipped me off and I saw a little smile appear on her face.

"I guess I bruised your face pretty well, thanks to the help from my girls." She grinned at her work of 'art' and I shook my head.

"I love it rough." I smirked and she cringed.

"You are a dick." Arabella stubbed her cigarette out on the floor, the flecks of ash spilled on the floor.

"Do you need a dictionary for better words, love? Or do you call me a dick because you want it that bad?" Teasing her was fun and to be honest I love how wound up she gets when I say stuff like this. She stood up and looked at me.

"I would never want your dick. I have already eaten thanks." Arabella looked up at me and grinned, pushing me against the wall.

"Frisky aren't we?" I teased as she walked off; I burst into fits of laughter. Isn't it fun?

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