"And although time may take us into different places, I would still be patient with you. And I want you to know, I won't let go."
—Cold water by Major Lazer ft. Justin Bieber
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"Ms. Clarke, would you mind telling me why are you soaked in water?" Mr. Lee points a finger at the girl sitting next to me. Sophia looks at me for a split second, only to turn back and see Mr. Lee again, "It doesn't matter. Some douchè did it and I hope he pays for it. Besides, it's mostly dried." She swats away her locks from her face, dabbing her eyes with her sleeves.
Smirk, smirk Max. Mission accomplished, the water did end up dumping on her, just like you had planned.
"I need you both to make me promise that this kind of behaviour won't happen again in my school," he gives both of us a pointed look, "If I hear something like this again, I'll waste no time suspending you, especially you Mr. Anderson, this is kind of usual for you, isn't it?"
My grip on the arm rest of the chair tightened, threatening to break apart the wood. Who does this guy think he is?
Phtt. You're principal, jerkweed.
If it wasn't for my father, this school wouldn't have been running at all!
"With all due respect Mr. Lee," I say through gritted teeth, "This is my father's school. You can't say such crap at my face at least." I huff, blowing out a breath.
In my peripheral vision, I see Sophia looking at me as though I had asked Mr. Lee for his kidneys, both of them, for the record.
Or...she might he wondering why I said the word crap to our principal, well, guess what Clarke? I ain't Mr. Lee's bitch.
"Indeed that's true Mr. Anderson but, there's one more little thing." The almost bald man gets up from his chair and walks over to me, his grey hair now seeming thinner than the last time I came into his office which wasn't really long time ago.
He isn't really bald if you look close but okay...
Guess his wife's fucking someone else. Oh well.
"And what might that be?" I plaster on a fake smile and cross my arms on my chest.
"That being that although you're father has aided the construction of this school and all, I'm still the one responsible for teenage kids like you getting their education, so you all can get better grades! Of course, you're grades haven't been that great of even good for the matter. They are now average. If this behaviour of yours continues then you'll drop below average too." He rants.
"I've never seen so many teachers complain of any student before as much as they complain about you. How you're always late and your grades and all!"
After a good minute or two of silence, I finally decide to say something, well, in my defense at least.
My jaw clenched, "What are you exactly implying Mr. Lee?" I narrow down my eyes at him, still not afraid that he's the principal.
Before he can answer, the girl, yes, I'm going to address her as that. And problems? Yeah? Well, remember to fuck yourself with a cactus.
"Mr. Lee, I'm sorry for the scene I--" she looks at me, "We caused, it won't happen again but this is your talk with Max, I shouldn't be a part of this."
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bad boy kisses (completed) ✔
Teen Fiction[ I wrote this back in 2017 when bad boy stories and cringe was very popular, the only reason I'm putting this back out there is because it serves as evidence on how much I have grown as a writer. ] Previously known as Kissed by the Bad Boy. _____...
