Avenge AKF Series Book 1 (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 23

Max's POV

Can this teacher be anymore boring? Seriously everything she is saying is going in one ear and out the other. I glance a the clock and there's still 30 minutes left. You know what? Fuck it. I'm done with this. I whip out my phone and text Jake. 

Max: I'm bored.

Jakey: And I'm Jake. Nice to meet ya, Bored. ;)

Max: Smartass. 

Jakey: I take that as a compliment.

Max: U would.

Jakey: U should.

Max: Let's get outta here.

Jakey: Gladly. My bike in 10 min?

I looked at the teacher and then the clock and shrugged.

Max: Meet u there. 

Time to work my magic. Now do I want to be sick or just plain old annoying enough to get sent out of class? 

"And we know that each instrument is in its own musical group? Anyone care to tell me which group the guitar is in?" Mrs. Rogers asked.

Option number two is the winner. I raised my hand. 

"Yes, Max?"

"Is it in the 'Who cares? It's still a musical instrument' group?" I asked rather smartmouthedly. Snickers were heard from around the room and the teacher glared at me. 

"Very funny, Max. Now answer the question for real this time." 

"Fine. It's in the 'Nobody gives a fuck about what musical instrument group the guitar is in' group." I said pointedly. And to add emphasis I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up and onto the desk. The teacher was in shock and the rest of the glass was trying to control their laughter. 

"Something wrong, Mrs. Rogers?" I smirked. 

Her face went beat red and she started quivering in anger. "Out! Get out of my classroom right now!" She also pointed her finger at the door, which was shaking just as much as the rest of her petite little body that I could probably beat down in 2 seconds flat. 

I grabbed my backpack and stood up. "Gladly." I said. I swaggered out of the classroom and down the halls, randomly drumming on the blue lockers. I made my way out to the parking lot and leaned against Jake's bike waiting for him to get there. Two minutes later I saw him walk out of the building with his shades on and his leather jacket hanging over his shoulder. I roll my eyes. He thinks he's so cool. 

"Took ya long enough." I said as he approached me. 

"Hey, not my fault. Mr. Dixon is an exceptionally tolerant teacher. How'd Mrs. Rogers go?"

"All I had to do was give two mouthy comments and she was fed up." I smirked. 

"I think that's a new record." He said. 

"I'd like to think so. So much for keeping our heads down." I agreed.

He smiled. "I think being quiet is overrated" I nodded.

"Let's go." I said gesturing to the bike. 

"Where to?" He asked.

"Frozen yogurt?" I asked hopefully. He rolled his eyes at me but hopped on the bike nonetheless. I squealed happily and got on behind him and wrapped my arms around his muscled torso as he sped away down the street.