Twisted

"promise"

Jessica POV
HAHAHAHAHAAG
SHE HAS NO EYE BROWS
SHE FELL ON HER BOOTY
HEr clUM BOOTY HHHEHEHE

I felt heat rise on my face. I slowly got up from the ground only to be greeted by McClendon's face inches from mine.

For a moment we just stared at each other until he extended a hand out to me.

"As much as I like seeing you on the bottom, get up please."

"Yessir."

I get up from the 'bottom' and sit back down on my seat.

DINNNGGGG

The last bell rang. Time to finally go home. Everybody gathered up their stuff and left. I was the last one in the classroom.

As I was about to leave, Michael extended one arm across the doorway, blocking my way out.

"I need to talk to you."

"okay?"

I took one step back and he removed his arm from the door way.
He points to a seat closest to his desk and tells me to sit. He pulls out a paper and slams it onto his desk.

"THIS is a document that claims you failed last year's history STAAR."

Crap.

"But you made all A's last year. You know what that means?" he asks.

"no"

"You have to start coming into morning and afternoon tutoring for me every day."

"Whaaaattt"

"sucks for both of us." he says, "just promise me you won't be any trouble, you'll actually work, and I wont see you lyin' round the floor again."
He smirks and adds, "although seeing on the floor makes up for your mom almost running me over."

"promise"

"okay, now leave."

I grab my back pack and leave the classroom. FML

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