Overprotective Times Ten {1}

1.4

Briiinngg Briiinngg Briiinngg...

Was what brought me out of my peaceful sleep and into reality. Ugh school.

I get up and go to the shower. I get out and blow dry and straighten my blonde hair. I do foundation, concealer, blush, mascara, and eyeliner. The normal make up routine and go get dressed. I grab a black, tying crop top. Gray jean shorts. Round toe star lace up sneakers. My black, leather backpack. Silver sunglasses and earrings. I head down to breakfast to see everyone digging in, not even waiting for.

"I guess there's non left for me."

"Nope, sit your ass down," Jax orders. I take a seat at the breakfast bar and wait for them to find food to give me.

"I saved you a plate, don't worry," Jay assures.

"My hero," I say sarcastically taking a bite and gagging.

"Nope, swallow it. And hurry up. I don't want you making Wyatt late," Jake demands.

"I can drive myself you know," I grumble eating the toast.

"But, your not, now hurry."

I finish my breakfast and head downstairs. I go outside and pop his hood and pull the cord out of the main receiver. Wyatt comes out and hops in. He attempts to start the car before slamming on the dashboard.

"My car won't start," he yells to Jax.

"We'll fix it. Take one of Jamie's. Wyatt you still drive."

"What," I scream.

"Go now," he orders.

"Ugh."

We go into the garage and I had him the keys to my white 488 GTB Ferrari.

To hell we go...

We arrive at school and get out of the car. All eyes turn to us.

"Do ya'll have a problem with your eyes," I ask.

They all look away.

"You didn't have to be rude about it. It's not their fault I'm hot."

"As if," I scoff walking to my class.

"Um... Wyatt?"

"Yes, where is my class?"

"Follow me. Ya know. Maybe you shouldn't have skipped school the very first day at a new school. Not your best judgement."

"Shut up."

We get to class and I take a seat while Wyatt sharpens his pencil. Asher goes to Wyatt's desk and shoves his things off, and sits there.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"I don't have one, although he has more than you can count."

I get up and grab Wyatt and my own things and move to a different seat before Asher can take the new one.

"Sorry about that," I apologize to Wyatt.

"It's fine, he can be an ass."

"Hey foxy," Asher's friend, Grayson, yells looking at me, "why don't you move away from the charity case."

I snapped.

I tackled Grayson straight to the ground. He falls from the sudden impact and is stunned. I use that to my advantage. I've been boxing since second grade. Which reminds me, I need to join a gym near here. I landed a few punches, hooks and jabs while he was trying to fight me off. It was hard though because he landed on his hands. I was grabbed off of him by Wyatt.

"Jamie, calm the fuck down."

I take a deep breathe before I feel a punch straight to my back. The ass punched me while I was restrained. Time for another tactic.

"You pathetic coward. In case you haven't noticed I'm restrained. Is that only way you can land a punch? Your a pathetic coward. You can't admit you we're beaten by a girl so you wanted to land a hit so you could say you could fight back. And you know what. I'm sure this school of sluts, whores, and fuckboys would fucking believe you. Cause you Asher Thomas's friend."

"These two are the ones who got into the fight."

"To my office. Asher, Wyatt, Grayson, and Jamisyn." Fuck no. No one gave you the right to say my full name bitch. We silently go to the office. "Jamie come in. The rest wait."

I enter the office and respectfully take a seat.

"How long have you been here."

"Two days."

"In to days, you have skipped class and gotten into two fights."

"Excuse me. Two fights."

"The fight with Brittany Smithton."

That was hardly a fight. I told her off because she was a bitch. She stomped away.

"I want the full story. Now."

"I walked to class with Wyatt. We set our stuff down and he went to sharpen his pencil. Asher made it a point to rudely shove Wyatt's things off his desk and sit by me. He inappropriately touched my thigh and I asked him to move. He refused. I took Wyatt and I's thing over to a different seat and after sitting down, Grayson called Wyatt a charity case and I saw red and attacked him."

"What did he exactly say? Word for word."

"He said hey foxy why don't you some sit with us instead of the charity case."

"Continue."

"Wyatt grabbed me and pulled me off of him. While I was restrained, Grayson came over while I was restrained and punched me in the stomach. I went off on him, calling him disrespectful names and you came in."

"What were your exact words?"

"I said you pathetic coward. In case you haven't noticed I'm restrained. Is that only way you can land a punch? Your a pathetic coward. You can't admit you we're beaten by a girl so you wanted to land a hit so you could say you could fight back. And you know what. I'm sure this school of sluts, whores, and fuckboys would fucking believe you. Cause you Asher Thomas's friend."

"Well you can take a seat out there and send in Grayson."

"Yes, ma'am."

It's official, I'm dead when I get home.