Acquainted ⇒ Brett Talbot

XI. Lacrosse Games And Assassination Attempts

I get jolted awake suddenly by a penetrating shrill voice. I lift my head off of my desk groggily. "Huh?"

Ms Phillips' frowning face looks down at me. For god's sake, she looked like a demon spawn that had crawled out of the lowest circle of hell to scare any young people who crossed paths with her. "I hope this isn't going to become a habit, Lenore," she says.

I nod halfheartedly. That really depends on how long this uncontrollable vampire crap goes on for. "I had a long night," I argue. "I'm not a robot for god's sake."

She squints at me. Jesus Christ. The woman looked like she was about to freaking rip my head off. "Do you think that in the real world you'll be able to fall asleep at work?"

I groan and bury my face in my hands, trying to blink out the tiredness. I open my mouth to say something that is - let's face it - probably going to be extraordinarily cute and witty but someone else beats me to it.

"She would've taken a day off but her aunt didn't let her," Brett says. "That's not her fault." shoot him a questioning look. He smiles and takes my hand under the desk.

The teacher raises her eyebrows. "And why should you know this, Mr Talbot?"

Brett grins a lopsided smile. "I gave her an amazing night last night," he says. "And she probably didn't get any sleep between the amazing sex."

The teacher is speechless. She opens her mouth and closes it multiple times like she's scrambling to grasp the right words. I roll my eyes at Brett. "Stop lying, you cocky bastard," I say. "It's going to have to take a lot more than a brilliantly timed kiss to get into my pants."

His lips upturn into an amused smirk. "Oh, really? I'd have any bet that you're willing to bang me in the girl's bathroom during school today."

"Go watch whatever porn it is you boys watch and go masturbate to that," I snap. "You're not getting any of this."

Ms Phillips is in a state of severe disapproval. "You will not speak like that in my classroom," she declares. "Both of you to the principal's office."

I sigh and pick myself up, strolling out of the classroom with Brett on my heels. "You know, she's no fun," I say, dragging myself to the principal's office. "I would like to meet her kids. They're probably those types of kids with purity rings who've been sheltered all their lives and jump at the chance to snitch about you to the teachers. I would so fight them."

"I'd love to see that," he says. He plops down into one of the seats outside of the principal's office. I sink into the seat next to him.

"Are you nervous for your game?" I ask, leaning onto my hand.

He puffs out a chuckle. "Me? No, of course not. When have I ever had any actual competition?"

I smile. "I've said it once and I'll say it again. You are the cockiest little shit ever."

"Mhm, but you love it." He gives me a light peck on the lips and I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. "Are you coming tomorrow?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Of course I will," I say.

He clutches my hand. "Just be careful, alright? Remember what happened last time we were in Beacon Hills."

I bite my lip. "About that," I say. "Have you had any more assassination attempts?"

"No," he says bluntly. "You?"

I run a hand through my hair. "Someone shot an arrow at me outside Devenford Mental Facility. Do you think there's assassins in Devenford now?"