Call Me Daddy

Chapter One

I tapped my pencil on the desk anxiously. Three minutes until the last bell rang.

I had approximately two minutes to run across campus to the bus bay before the bus filled up with those obnoxious seniors.

You see, I had to map out exactly how to make it there before the older kids; which route was best to take, which halls were less crowded.

They were a nuisance; cocky, annoying people. They'd shove you and then take your seat. Something as simple as finding a seat was exaggerated greatly because of the seniors.

"Don't forget to do page 321 and 336, class!" Ms. Wilson called out as the class flooded out the door.

I wormed my way through the crowd, not paying attention to the snarky remarks I earned from pushing my way through. High school was survival of the fittest—you had no mercy.

My fellow students chatted away, thankful the day was over and they'd be able to relax. My day had just started. Fuck! I thought, checking my timer. 59 seconds left. I passed in front of a couple taking a picture, scurried down the steps and ran to the gate. My bus had decided to park at the very end of the lot. Great, I thought. I broke into a sprint, earning sarcastic cheers from senior cheerleaders.

I let out a sigh of relief, climbing the steps of the large yellow vehicle. Many of the seats were empty—I had basically ran a marathon for no reason. I took a seat in the front and pulled out my homework. Algebra was never my strong suit. Ms. Wilson advised me to find a tutor, and even set me up with one, but he dropped out at the last minute. I always wondered who he was. Probably a chess club member or a guy who took honors classes.

I'd struggled to finish the first problem before someone tapped me on the shoulder: a tall, handsome guy with piercings and tattoos. He was dressed in black from head to toe and carried a chain on his belt.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked in a rather sultry tone.

I stuttered, "N-no.. Not at all!"

Yikes. Take it down a notch, Summer!, I thought.

He smirked at my nervousness and kept his hands on the seat in front of us.

Determined to finish my homework, I turned away from the cute boy and focused on the work in front of me. I furrowed my brows, erasing my poor work off my paper several times. It was no use. Hopefully I'd get some help from my mother at home.

"You...you having some trouble there?" The boy asked, raising an eyebrow. I noticed he didn't have much of eyebrows, but they made him unique.

"Uh, yeah. It's-it's nothing though. I got it," I insisted. My stubbornness usually got the best of me. I swept stray blonde baby hairs out of my face.

"No, you don't. You need some help?" The boy raised his voice.

"I-uh, um, ...yeah." I gave in, rubbing my throbbing temples.

"See," He grunted, taking my eraser and wiping away my work, "You're not doing anything with the second 'x'."

"Try it again, but don't forget the second 'x'!" The boy advised.

I did as I was told, and it didn't take me thirty hours. I stared at my paper in shock. I did it! I got it right!

"See? You just needed to remember about the other 'x'." He leaned back, closed his eyes and put in his headphones.

"How'd you know what to do? D'ya take honors?" I wondered.

The boy snorted, "Hell no. I used common sense, baby girl—something you obviously don't have."

My jaw fell open in shock. What a bitch! I slammed my textbook shut and stuffed my papers into my backpack angrily.

He grabbed his backpack off the ground and reached into the front pocket, pulling out a small box.

"Want a smoke?" He asked, handing one out.

I shook my head, still annoyed by his previous remark.

"My name's Jacob, by the way. Jacob Sartorius." He said, putting the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

"Summer," I muttered in reply. I'd decided that this rude boy didn't need to know anything more about him—not like I'd see him after this annoying encounter.