Another Run Away

Backseat Bandit

"How are you enjoying week 3 of term?" Meg asked me as she pulled up a chair to my table- once again in Mr mith's class.

"Do you ever stop talking?" I laugh off but actually I really need to learn linear equations for the test next week.

"Do you ever stop being a goodie two shoes?" she replied just as fast.

Truth be told I have heard a lot about Meg, more than what I probably should have- the girls toilets were a magical place for gossip and drama. I've heard all about her and Jordan 'the jock', Harry 'the older Goth, Bailey 'the Fxckbox and basically every other guy at St. Andrews. I don't believe helf of it really, how can you believe that she was in two places at once giving head to two separate guys, you can't.

"Trinity Potts, surprise surprise. Not paying attention in my class? That's a first." He mocks sarcastically twirling his non-existent hair.

"Shut up sir." One of the boys calls from the back.

"I will have none of this!" he yells going from 0-100, you," he points to me, "and you." He points to the boy from the back. "When everyone leaves this classroom it is your turn to pick up all the rubbish."

"But they'll be late to fourth period." Meg states matter-of-factly.

"Do you want to join them." He prods.

"No sir."

"Just stop talking."

"But I was agreeing with you sir." She smirks, she knows what she is doing.

"Shut up meg."

"Okay sir."

"St Andrew give me strength." Mr mith says as he sits back on his chair and bangs his head on the table multiple times for the rest of the class.

When the bell went everyone got up from their designated seats because of the 'seating plan for rebellious classes' and rushed towards the door because no one wanted to spend any more time in this room than they are permitted.

Mr Mith was still banging his head on the table so I thought it was the perfect time to run out the door and say 'sorry I forgot' if he remembers to ask later.

The boy from earlier seemed to think the same thing too as we both made it into a unsaid agreement that we wouldn't make a sound, and so we ran.

I was a meter away from freedom when I heard the banging stop and I did the absolute worst thing you could do- make eye contact with the enemy.

"Where do you two think you're going?" the enemy also know as Mr mith  asked.

"To the bathroom" the backseat bandit and I said in unison.

"Well I guess you both will be even later to your next class."

"But sir."

"I don't care."

"About our education" I finished off Mr Mith's sentence barely whispering but just enough to get the boy beside me to supress a laugh and pass it off as a cough.

"What was that?" sir asked.

"Nothing Sir," I said in an all too fake voice, "Cleaning the classroom it is."

Mr Mith walked out of the classroom with a scowl on his face after my remark and slammed the door behind him.

I stepped away from the boy and walked over to the nearest desk and sat on it.

"So are you actually going to clean or?" I asked sarcastically

"What do you think?" he said with just as much sarcasm, "All we have to do is wait ten minutes then Mr Mith will be out of his office to talk to his "girlfriend" on the phone."

"How do you even know all this?"

"I've been in this position a few times." he shrugged

"So you must get on his bad side a lot."

"No I just happen to be able to be in a classroom where I can look up a girls skirt when she sits on the table a lot, but usually she is wearing a lot less clothes and is much older."

"God, does any one here not sleep with the teachers."

" You."

"Yeah well I have morals."

"Since when did I say I don't have morals? My morals just don't insist around wethwer or not I should sleep with my teachers."

"That's so stupid." I laugh for the first time in the three minutes we have been bickering.

"I'll tell you who is stupid, Mr Mith." We both laugh then settle into a welcomed silence.

"I should get going" I say as I look at the clock and read it being ten minutes into my next class, whatever it was I didn't really care I was still really pissed at Mr Miths.

"Can I ask you one question?" he asked.

"Go for it."

"Do you really think that Mr Mith has a girlfriend?"

"I don't think you need me to answer that." I laugh as I walk out the door, across campus and into my next class.

" Ahhh trinity Potts how nice of you to join us." The young 'just out of university' teacher asked.

"Sorry" I whispered as I ducked my head and sat in the spare seat in the back corner.

As soon as I stopped getting stared down by the young blond teacher (that surely shouldn't be coming to a Catholic school in a skirt like that) the door once again opened and to my dismay the 'horny for teachers' backseat bandit returned and there were only two seats left in the classroom, behind me and to the side of me. Sigh. Why me?