I cant help but smile wickedly as he walks into the classroom late. My mind goes back to last night and I cant stop myself from smirking.
"Kaleb. Late as usual." Mr. Smith stops his lecture and glares at Kaleb for disturbing his class.
He glances at me and I wink at him. I can see his uneasiness as he sits at his desk a few seats in front of me. I keep staring at him just to make him uncomfortable, my lips sliding into an evil grin. He fiddles with his backpack trying to get his books out, glancing at me nervously then back to his books. He sits and scribbles on a piece of paper and glances back at me again, crumples it up and roles it under the desks towards me. I look at Mr. Smith and see he's got his back to us. I grab the note and smile when I see how jumbled his handwriting is.
Stop looking at me Sammy! People are gonna notice!
I muffle a laugh and write back.
Dont be so paranoid. The only ones who know are the bed and the condom.
I smile wickedly again as I crumple the paper and role it back to him discretely. He reaches to pick it up not smoothly at all and pushes his books off bis desk with a crash.
"Mr. Jacobson!" He jerks his head to the front of the class at Mr. Smith, cheeks lightly turning red.
"S-sorry Mr. Smith." He trys, looking like a scared puppy but I know that's not gonna cut it. Mr. Smith is a royal prick with a stick up his ass 24/7.
"First you disturb my class by coming in late, then you disturb it even further by dumping your books on the ground!?" Mr. Smith screams at him. Everyone in class finds Mr. Smiths anger particularily funny and struggles to cover their giggling. Kaleb, however, was shaking in his seat. Not a very confrontational guy. Not amused by the reactions of the students and the lack of response from Kaleb, Mr Smith barks, "Speak boy!" A few girls jump in surprise at Mr. Smiths sudden burst.
"I um... I...I didnt get enough sleep sir...I um...I was..." he glances over his shoulder at me then quickly back the Mr. Smith. "Im sorry sir." I cover my mouth trying not to laugh at his stuttering. He stutters when he's under pressure. I grin as my thoughts go back to last night. Lots of pressure last night. Mr. Smith doesnt look satisfied but goes back to teaching anyway. Kaleb picks up his books and the note. As he reads the note he fidgets in his desk, trying desperately to hide it from the students around him. I have to burry my face in my sleeve to muffle my laughter.
"Ms. Pinkerton." I look up to see Mr. Smith looking unamused with his arms crossed per his usual reaction to me."Sorry Smith. Remembering a joke my friend told me." Mr. Smith turns back to the board with a sigh and continues. I glance at Kaleb and he's shifting uncomfortably in his desk pulling at his pants. Oh my god! Ha! He's got a boner! I get his attention and I nod at his junk. He shoots me a look of desperation. Oh jesus. I shake my head and smile and look back at my books. He's way too easy to fuck with.
***
The lunch bell rings and I head to my usual place at the table under the big oak tree and find that Brylee is already there. I sit next to her and her eyes light up.
"You HAVE to tell me about last night!" Her hands fly into the air then clasp together in front of her chest and she leans slightly forward with anticipation. I scrunch up my nose.
"Dude, I'm second guessing my appeal to virgins." I trace my thoughts back to last night once again. She lowers her hands and replaces her giddy smile with disgust.
"That bad? Yikes... but I wanna know the details. Like big? Small? Did you take over?" She tilts her head and looks at me questioningly.
"I took his virginity dumb dumb. Of course I was in control. He had no idea what he was doing. If you wanna know the size go find out yourself." She wrinkles her nose and mouths Ew! I smile as I remember she's still a virgin so her mind is still somewhat pure. Plus she's the pickiest person I know.
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The New Guy
RomanceI wake up to clanking on my window. I push my blankets off and shift around uncomfortably, groaning from being woken. I thought dad said he trimmed those braches? There's more tapping on my window. Stupid tree. "Shut the hell up I'm trying to sleep...