babysitter - gd

8

I WAS WRONG. When I open the door to my classroom, Vera spots me. She sends me a glaring look and I restrain myself from laughing in her face. I slip into my seat and adjust the knit, black skirt that kept riding up my butt.

After placing my books down, I get several looks from the boys but instead of them looking at my ass, which by now had become of normal routine, they licked their lips and stared at my breasts.

I mentally scold myself for wearing the navy crop top and the black bra-lette that made my boobs look even bigger. I fiddle with the sleeves of my shirt as Mr.Harrison begins his annoyingly monotone lesson on algebraic formulas.

I had taken Algebra twice now, but only because my mother felt it necessary for me to understand it best. I was stuck in a room with the majority of its students being unbelievably dumb, this portion refers specifically to Vera. She ended up taking 6th grade math her entire time in Junior High.

As the class closes to an end, a shuffle of feet causes me to turn around swiftly and lock eyes with the spawn of Satan herself, Vera. She looks me up and down before pushing her hair behind her shoulder and raising her eyebrow.

I'm not intimidated at all by her posse and so I continue piling my books onto my forearms before I begin walking, yet I am stopped by the sound of her voice.

"I just wanted to let you know, Tyler, that Grayson does like me. I have screenshots of texts that he's sent me telling me he loved me. So whatever that little video that you sent me yesterday, it was nothing. He was probably drunk or something."

She follows behind me, her group of friends follow closely behind, making sure not to step in her way and define her less of her glory. She continues following me towards my locker as I stay silent.

I push my old books into my locker and exchange them for my next classes as I slam the door shut and look at her overrated, fake friends.

"He was also probably drunk when he sent you those 'I love you' texts. He said you were annoying and I understand exactly where he's getting that from. Can you please back up off me."

I push through her friends before I hear her voice once more, her tone is harsh causing everyone in the hallway to go dead silent and turn their gaze towards her. Of course, she doesn't spare away from the attention, she bathes in it,

"You don't have the authority to mess around with me like that, you're dishonoring the girl code if you go behind another's back and try to get with their man. I hope you can at least honor that code like I do."

I smirk, my mouth knowing the perfect words to say next,

"That might be the only code you follow considering you manage to break the dress code everyday."

I turn towards my classroom and slip inside before an uproar of laughter fills the halls. I walk towards my usual desk and drop my books beside Annalie, her eyes intent on her phone.

She gasps as if she just remembered something so crucial that throwing her phone into my face was the obvious solution. I sit beside her and she scrolls through the screenshots in her camera roll.

I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head so that I can see what's on her screen. It's apparently from a text message and the words,
'gray added this pic to the group chat lol, suprised it's not her butt this time :/' appear in a text bubble.

I frown and glance at the picture, Grayson had managed to take a picture of my boobs from the facetime yesterday.

I was wearing my lacrosse uniform with my track shorts and an adidas tee, I probably should've worn a bra. I don't even remember grabbing my boob with my hand- actually never mind.

I fucked up this time.