She's All That

Detention part I

Feat. The love of my life (like I will KILL you if you try to take him away from me bitch) Josh Hutcherson!!!!

enjoy!!

So, it turns out that day dreaming about Ryan Reynolds may not be as good for the health as you girls thought, because too much of the hotness makes you late for school. Now I know what your thinking, how in Middle Earth is that a bad thing, but let me just tell you that if you are late for school on a Monday, when you have P.E. first period with Mr. Lee, you might as well be digging your own grave. If not, he'll make you do sixty push up and then do it. Your choice really. No pressure...

So, if you didn't already figure out... I was late. I had twenty-eight seconds to stuff my books in my locker, grab my shorts and run to the track. Ugh, its track today. Why track demon? Why are you out to kill me slowly and painfully?

Anyway, I was literally counting down the twenty-seven seconds before I was late when I ran into a brick wall. Not literally! I mean, I'm not that big a klutz. I ran into a guy's brick wall i.e. his eight pack.

I think I'm in the clear, legally, when I say its totally okay to yell "Motherfucker!" at the person responsible for you having to run an extra round. I looked it up. Really.

"Well I am a mamma's boy" That's the reply I got. Yep. And he didn't even offer to pick up the shorts I dropped because of him.

Gorgeous-boy was turning out to be a douche.

I grabbed my stuff and ran towards the gym only to see a notice pinned on it.

Gym classes postponed to after lunch. Perfect. Art class to take place first period on Mondays for the next two weeks.

I rush in the direction of the art class only to see another notice pinned on the door.

Art classes to be held in Recreational Center till blue paint is removed.

For Pete's sake!

I peeped in through the window and saw that the entire room was painting blue! every square inch of it! It looked like freaking smurfville!

It definitely smelt of Jason. Especially considering Mrs. Kaminski had threatened to fail him 'cause he was flirting instead of painting. I guess he taught her. But I didn't have time to admire my brother's artwork. I was already late.

I reached my canvas just in time to hear the end of Mrs. Kaminski's introduction to the topic. "--and that's why we will be having class here for the next week, until the blue paint can be scraped out. Now students --", she clapped her bony hands together. "--today we will be focusing on the different aspects of the human body as a whole. I have invited a nude model especially for this class. I hope you can draw inspiration from his delicious body." Say what? delicious? Dirty Mrs. Kaminski....

"Whenever you're ready", she beckons to someone behind us and we all turn to see the same jerk from this morning. He smiles a super gorgeous smile and makes his way to the platform at the front. He catches sight of me and smirks. Slowly, eyes still locked, he begins pulling his jacket off and his shirt over his head, and all of us are blessed with the sight of a gorgeous eight pack and that delicious V that dips into his jeans... I feel myself blush and try to look away, but I can't! I freaking can't! Its too beautiful! I swear I even heard Mrs. Kaminski moan... gross...

"Hey!", a five foot- seven tan slender brunette rushes into the room in just a bathrobe. "What the hell are you doing?" she rushes towards him but Mrs. Kaminski is too fast for her. "Young lady, you better have a good explanation for walking in here half naked.", she snaps eyeing her up and down. "I'm the model. The principal told me to get changed for the class."

Mrs. Kaminski raises her pencil drawn eyebrows skeptically. "Jess?"

"Yes?", both the guy and the girl answer in unison. "My name is Jessica.", the girl explains. "I have no idea who that is. I was just told to get changed and come to the rec center in fifteen minutes." Now everyone looks at the guy. He just smirks.

"Then who the hell are you?", Mrs. Kaminski snaps at him.

"I'm Jess."

"The model?"

"I could be.", he says, oh so seductively, and winks at her!

Mrs. Kaminski blushes but covers it up with "Who are you really?"

"The new guy. The principal just told me my first class was art. You just asked me if I was Jess and told me to strip when I was comfortable. I thought that's what all the new guys do." he said shrugging like it was no big deal that twenty - three people had just seen him semi - naked.

"You should have told me you weren't the model!"

"I am a model. At least I was. You just--"

"Put your clothes back on!", a blushing Mrs. Kaminski snapped.

He shrugged and pulls his shirt back on. Damn!

"Jessica, I'm really sorry that happened. I--", and Mrs. Kaminski goes on apologizing profusely.

Jess takes the canvas, of course, right in front of mine. He turns around and flashes me a smile. "Hey, do you -- Oh wait.", he reaches up to my lip. "You got a bit of drool right there."

I feel myself blush but swat his hand away. "Don't hate the player, hate the game, doll."

"Don't call me doll, jack ass."

"Whatever" he extends his hand. "I'm Jess, by the way." I simply stare blankly at him. For someone so hot he sure was an ass. "Hello? Earth to stranger? Do you have some sort of aversion to shaking hands?", he asked flaying his hands about. It was so adorable I wanted to smile, but I bit my tongue and frowned instead.

"No. I just prefer keeping my hands away from assholes like you.", turn on the charm Jules.

"I'm guessing your not a big fan of anal...", he smirks and turns around.

"I bet you couldn't even make it half an inch in.", I whisper-yell to his back.

"Is that how big your boyfriend's is?"

I sucked in my cheeks. "For your information it's five inches but at least its still bigger than yours."

"You sure? I could show you tonight. Your place or mine?", he winks at me.

"Both. You go to your place and I'll go to mine."

"But doll, how do I show you my seven inch cock then?"

"First, stop calling me doll. Second, I don't want to see it!"

"I doubt your boyfriends' half inch really makes you happy. I can. All seven inches of me."

"What is your issue? Why are you obsessed with your dick? Does it have something to do with the fact that you're a dick head?"

"You're funny, doll. Now I'm thinking the janitor's closet should be empty. You create the distraction and I'll sneak us out."

"I am not having sex with you!"

"You don't have to. With that mouth of yours I think you could give a pretty good blow."

"You son of a--"

"Deveraux! Out! I've had it with you and your entire family! Detention! And you, Mister New Guy--", Mrs. Kaminski threatened wagging her long thin fingers at Jess.

"Jess" her corrected her.

"Whatever.", her thick Russian accent stood out. "Detention for you too!"

So guess who was spending detention with hot new douchebag? Me, that's who. Oh Mistress fate why hast thou cursed me so?