Addiction

chapter two

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BLAKES POV:

The few hours before school consisted me walking around the local park pulling myself into line, prepping for this laggy, shit day ahead.

I walk into the school gates and straight away im getting dirty looks from the soocer team and there slutty minions following them.

I hope you's all die, I fantasise to my self with a sly grin creeping onto my face.

School goes shit as usual until fourth period, this is the class I look forward to three times a week with out hesitation.

Shes in there...yes her. And if your wondering, I do not have a clue to as what her name is.

All I know shes the girl in my history class with long, soft pink hair, attitude, humor, secrets and a killer smile that I crave to see.

She's just hot. Don't give a fuck at all.

I stride into class and plop myself next to her, she greets me warmly with a smile and a 'how the fuck are you?'

The lesson starts and Mr Burcher walks in docile as ever; sneezes before the class is greeted and gives us a work sheet for the lesson. Scanning the piece handed to me I decipher its about plants, stupid.

I spot and illustration of daises in the right bottom hand corner.

Mum's favourite flower

A deep yelp escapes the teachers mouth; next thing you know Burcher is flat on his arse, he fell over.

His humorous stunt has partially made my day.

His beard vigorously moves up and down as he embarrassingly roars inquisitively; "Who put t-that, t-that pencil there!?"

I look over at her and she's trying to hold back her laughter, she fails miserably and hides her face head down on the desk, getting a brisk whiff of her hair as she swings down.

Coconut, holy shit.

The temptation of being a fool with her caves and I start to chuckle at our hopeless teacher as he groans on the floor to what looks like immense pain. Or a fractured hip.

"PINKIE, BLACKIE... QUIT IT!"

"How was your trip sir?" she says with a mischievous grin plastering her face.

"It was great considering you and your pal will be joining me after school, cleaning." Sarcasm leaked through his grey crowded teeth as he pulls himself up by the help of the desk.

I'm debating on whether I should push him back onto the floor again.

"What? No way!" we both fire in unison.

The class makes muffled laughs which makes me want to get up and swing at them all.

"Yes way. See you in the administration office when the home bell goes," Burcher confirms, trying to boast his authority.

I want to get up; slam the table an abuse Burcher for being a downright ass hole and accuse her for getting me the detention in the first place.

But.

I glance over at her and see the pure enjoyment and amusement on her face from pissing the teacher off. I stand up ready to blame her for getting me into trouble then quickly sit back down.

Why did I do that.

"U-um, stupid fucking bugs,"I terribly cover up my actions.

"Oh my fucking god where!" she shreaks.

"Don't worry all gone now." I wave her over with ease.

I'm a great liar

Not when your near her fuckwit.

.

I've been spending the last 45 minutes sweeping and vacuuming the floors while 'she's' making both of us sandwiches with supplies kindly donated from the staff fridge.

I drop the brush as she walks over to the conference table and places our sandwiches down.

"Are those good sandwiches or what? I would make a pretty good kitchen bitch," She boasts proudly. Its true. All the random meats and condiments whipped up on these pieces of bread is rather delicious.

"Yeah yeah sit down," I huskily chuckle.

After the food is demolished; I look over and find her rummaging through the staff room draws and cupboards.

Her random actions consume my mind as I try to figure the girl out. I've known her for well over half a year now and I still have no comprehension to as what her name is. It's probably been thrown at me numerous amounts of times during lunch and class time but I just have never paid attention I guess?

"Yess!" She hisses happy, a hint of relief.

"What?"

"Okay, so every month the teachers gather here after school and have a sly evening game of poker and alcohol being prizes," she mumbles on, still in pure happiness as she gazed at the cartons of beer, wine and vodka stashed under the sink cupboard behind the pipes.

She stands up from her knees and looks around the room. "Well everything seems to look clean here, I think our detention is done." A cute cheeky grin plasters her face.

"Yes ma'am." I obey.

"Alright lets get intoxicated!" She beams as if its the best idea in the world while she forwards out the door with some of the alcohol under her arm, I grab a box too and we make our way to the park.

This should get my mind off stuff for a while.

Shes being my distraction, temporary distraction.

I like how she does that.

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