Time To Brace Yourself

☆2- Bribing Mrs Jackson

°Scarlet° POV

Sometimes I wonder how certain people come to find teaching as a career. Some love to teach, inspire and maybe others even like to learn more things themselves. The most common reason seems to be the love for children, which I find a load of crap. I mean, who in their right mind wants to teach a whole bunch of hormonal teenagers with attitude problems?

Crazy people. That's who. Mrs Jackson is a perfect example of a crazy person-- She spent an entire period trying to convince us that she is related to the king of pop, Michael Jackson. A whole damn lesson explaining how her mother had an affair with Michael's father and it wasn't to be exposed, not even the Jackson family could know about it.

It was quite amusing to hear how...colourful her imagination could be, considering she was 65 years old and Caucasian. However as amusing as her creativity was this was in fact a biology class and had absolutely nothing to do with Michael Jackson or his family tree for that matter.

I slowly raised my hand up in the air as Mrs Jackson continued to blabber on about her far fetched story. Her eyes landed on me, noticing my hand was raised before looking away again. I let out a frustrated huff and raised my arm up higher. I hate it when teachers deliberately ignore you and pretend to be as blind as a damn bat.

"Mrs Jackson?" I asked sweetly and finally she stops blabbering and flashes me a fake smile.

"Yes, dear?"

I glided my tongue across my colored braces before speaking. "Well, we're going into our second biology lesson and you still haven't paired us up for the dissection of the toad..."

I was a sucker when it came to school work, especially practicals and experiments. Everything about it fascinated me.

Some of the class members seemed to agree with me on this and others booed, obviously not looking forward to work or dissect a four legged reptile.

"Oh..alright..." Mrs Jackson mumbled, shooting me a grumpy glare for cutting story time short. She pulled her bottom drawer open, pulling out a piece of paper out. She adjusted her reading glasses before narrowing her eyes at the piece of paper. "David with Jamie, Axle with Henry, Seth with..."

Please don't be me...please don't be me

"Zoey, Natalia and Scarlett.."

Relief courses through my body. Girls tend to be upset and..bitchy if they're not chosen to be paired up with Seth Parker, however I feel complete satisfaction if I'm not. The less I'm known, the better. The last thing I need is a player hounding me to 'give in' to him.

I looked over my shoulder to see Natalia in the corner of the class doing her happy dance to which I joined her. Being paired up with your best friend for class assignments were really rare so whenever this once in a blue moon occasion occurs, we celebrate with our famous 'booty hop' dance. I know sounds immature but who cares?

Natalia flicked her shoulder lengthed brown hair and blew me a kiss, which I pretended to dodge when I remembered I was still mad at her for this morning.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have giving a bloody smile to my major crush Nathan Sanders. Literally.

Natalia frowned and mouthed, "What's wrong?"

I craned my body in order to face her. "I'm mad at you!" I whisper yelled.

Natalia's frowned deepened and she leaned forward. "Why?" She mouthed with a shrug.

I looked around to see Seth staring between the two of us intently. Obviously trying to make out our conversation. Not wanting anyone to hear I just mouthed, "I'll tell you later."