"Okay, class. Today we will be learning about..." The rest was a blur to me, blanking out as the teacher talked on and on about some explorer I don't care to know the name of.
Suddenly, I felt a buzz in my pocket. Knowing it was Jack, I tried my best to ignore the noise, not being dumb enough to answer it. But the buzzes continued, and soon I was getting stares from around the classroom. Then soon I felt a continuous buzz.
The little shit is calling me.
"Miss Douglas," I snapped out of my trance to face a very angry history teacher. "Care to explain who's calling you during class?"
I remained silent taking out Jack's phone. Mr.Richard took it out of my hand, answering the phone, and putting it on speaker.
"Ella?" I heard Jack's voice echo, my heart fluttering at the sound. Some girls had recognized his voice, staring at me with wide eyes and squealing.
"Close," Mr.Richard said coldly. "It's Ella's history teacher who's trying to teach a lesson."
"Oh shit." Jack mumbled lowly, but not low enough for Mr.Richard not to hear. "Sorry Ella." Jack apologized.
"What's your name sir, I will definatley find your school, and talk to your principal."
"I'll tell you my name, but you can't punish Ella for this. She didn't read my texts or anything. It's my fault."
"I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise you anything."
My widened. They cant know who Jack is! Some girls already do and they're gonna ruin me, and Jack. What if they take his phone? Or number?
"No-" I said, but there was already a voice on the other end of the phone.
"Jack Johnson, sir."
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Cindercella 》Jack Johnson
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