Wings That Can't Fly

|Ten|

A/N

I went missing... Again.

My Wi-Fi had to get fixed *sigh*

Anywhooo!

WARNING:

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LOT OF STEAMY, SEXY, HOT SCENES.

... PFFT YOU WISH! 

Y'ALL PERVERTS!

But no, this chapter's REAL WARNING!

CONTAINS A LOT OF SWEARING - not that much if you were to compare it to other books on Wattpad XD - COMPARED TO OTHER CHAPTERS IN THIS BOOK, SO BEWARE. There's also a pretty large amount of drama that's gon' go dowwwwn (hence the gif up top).  Read at your own risk, my little lovelies.

. . .

"I assume everyone has their essay?" The Forensics teacher raised an eyebrow. Behind that stoic, cold mask of his, I could barely see the smug smile he was hiding as all the students around me groaned and began muttering.

"Pst. Hey, Del." The annoying blonde behind me whispered, continuously tapping my shoulder with her fake nail.

I audibly sighed. "What, Bethany?" I didn't even attempt moving my body around to look at her. That way I could at least protect my eyes from the horror that were her make-up applying skills.

"Did you do this?" She was chewing her gum loudly, making me flinch in annoyance.

"Yes." I said through clenched teeth. After four damned hours at the library.

Mr. Tyler was slowly getting closer to my row as he collected the few papers people had.

"Great. I'll give you twenty bucks for it." She muttered silently, seeing as the teacher was now only a row away.

I almost choked on my own saliva. Wait no, scratch that. I literally started choking on my own saliva. I got some frowns and worried looks from the students around me while I whirled around to gaze at her flat stare in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"Is that a yes?" She rolled her eyes, scrolling down on the screen of her phone.

You fugding bit-

"Is this your essay, Miss Harp?" I kept my glare on her uncaring frame for a while longer before I turned around once more and plastered a hugely fake smile on my face, answering, "Yes, it certainly is."

I caught her scoff from behind me, causing me to smirk.

"Great." He turned with all the collected papers in his hand and assessed the whole class. "Ok. Everyone! Attention please! Your homework tonight will be to do pages one-twenty through one-twenty-five. Am I clear?"

Affirmative grumbles erupted in through the classroom. "Good. It will be due tomorrow. Start on it now." And with that, he sat on his desk and took out his phone.

I took out my book and began working on the moronic assignment.

I was not going to have homework today. Period.

Halfway through the last page, the bell rang, which signaled the end of the torturous class.

I groaned.

Damn you.

As I collected my things, there was a cheerful voice singing out, "Deliaaa!" that made me immediately turn around.