Chapter 3: Like Elvis Presley Giving Out Free BJ's.

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Entering Mr. Alastair's maths class, he greets me.

"Ah, you must be the new student. Roselyn, right?"

When I nod he continues. "Well, take a seat at the back, please. And call me Jamie." I do as he says but get tripped over.

I managed to gain my balance back. Then I heard, "Watch it, nerd!"

I sat at the back, but when I got to a certain seat, everyone in the class gasped.

Even the teacher.

A girl with blonde hair turned around. She leaned in and whispered, "Don't sit there. Someone already does and if he comes and finds you in his place, he will kill you. No joke, hun."

I take a seat next to the previous one and see the wooden classroom door slam open.

Charlie and Blaze enter the class with their weird costumes.

But I can't talk! Have you seen my outfit?

Actually, I don't think you'd want to. That is how hideous it is.

"Hey, mister teacher man! I'm Jared and this is Chris." Blaze points to Charlie. "We're with Rosie here." Blaze points to me.

"Okay, you can go and sit next to her. But! If I hear any chatting that is not about maths I'll move you. Got it, boys? And call me Jamie." Jamie said.

"Cool, dude!" And they sit next to me, meaning I'm in the middle.

As the class goes on, I actually like it. It's not what I thought it would be like.

Jamie is teaching us algebra, when my doofus of a brother says, "Do you know what nine plus ten is?"

"Yes, it's twenty one if you do it in algebra." Then he shows us the method.

9 + 10 = 21
           9 = 3 x 3
          10 = 5 x 2
  5 x 3 = 15
3 x 2 = 6
15 + 6 = 21

Wow. That's actually quite easy.

When I thought that this class can't get any cooler, it doesn't.

It gets worse.

An orange girl storms in. I then realize it's the same girl from the halls.

"Jamie! I'm sorry I'm late, baby!" Then she struts  over to where I am and looks at me with a 'get outta here' face.

"Scram, bitch!" Then she winks at Blaze and Charlie.

Hell to the no! I'm not moving.

"Bitch, don't call my sister that, you skanky, so fake Barbie's jealous, prick!" Yells Blaze and Charlie together.

I look at Jamie to see his reaction, and I see that he's... smirking?!

She looks at him, batting her eyes, trying to get out of this situation. Then what Jamie says surprises all of us. 

"Get out of here, I'm tired of this shit! Just get a life that doesn't involve trying to get into your teachers pants!" Jamie yells at the Barbie Wannabe.

Barbie Wannabes new nickname; 
B. W.

"Wow! Who knew you had it in you, Jamie?!" Someone yells.

Jamie looks at the three of us at the back.

"What? The chick bullies my little brother for being gay and plus, I had enough of that skank!"

"You can't say that about a student!" I say in disbelief.

"Bitch ain't no student. Graduated last year. She's like Evis Presley giving out free BJ's. And just a Daddy's Little Princess. And plus, I've been waiting forever to say that. And they can't do shit about it because she's not a student."

***

As the bell rings for my next double period, I bump into this really annoying guy with a varsity jacket on.

"Hey baby, wanna have some fun?" He asks, trying to sound all sexy like, to me.

Keyword; Trying.

"Fuck off." I try to walk off but he grabs my wrist.

"Bitch, no one rejects Mason Justicio*!" He screeches.

"Well I just did!" And then he drags me back, slams me against the lockers and smashes his lips on mine.

This Bitch!

All I see is red. I'm about to push him away when a really handsome guy comes over and grabs him by his hair and yanks him off me.

The boy - no, man - smashes his fist in this Mason guys face multiple times.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three.

Four.

Enough.

"Stop it, now!" I yell out to the both of them.

They don't stop so I step in.

When I do, 'Mason' goes to punch me. So out of reflexes I catch his balled up hand in one of my smaller hands.

Everyone gasps.

What?

Oh... yeah.

I let go and give them a stare down.

"How the fuck, did you do that?" The hot one asks.

"Practice. And lots of it."

"Can you fight?" He asks.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

Then Mason grabs my shoulder and tries to punch me again, but I was too fast. I ducked out of the way and knocked him out with one punch.

"Or you just found out." I say to the guy.

"I'm Drake. You are?"

"Not interested."

And I walk away like a fucking boss.

Until the fucker grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. So I did what I would normally do.

I looked into his eyes, and leaned in. Then I kneaded him in his baby maker.

That was when I walked away like a fucking boss.

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Hey my lovelies.
So if you noticed the '*' next to the word 'Justicio' it's because of the pronunciation.

It's pronounced 'hus-ti-zio'
Thanks for reading.

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-Molly

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