Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

Friend or Phantom?

                                                                     Friend or Phantom?

Savannah’s P.O.V.

The second I stepped foot into the school the next day I was confronted by Mr. Burns. His nostrils flaring and his large arm muscles rippling he boomed, “Where were you and Mr. Smith during detention yesterday!?”

My eyes went wide as I paused for a moment. I had completely spaced it out. With everything that happened yesterday I headed right home after school without going to detention.

“I-I’m so sorry Mr. Burns! I completely forgot,” I quickly replied. His frown deepened under his thick, white mustache. “You and Mr. Smith will be making up for it on Monday and I will be adding another day on Tuesday as punishment.”

I swallowed hard and said quietly, “Yes Mr. Burns.” He nodded and marched away.

With a sad sigh I walked over to my locker dejectedly. Another day with John!? I didn’t want to spend another minute with him!

After loading up my backpack, I headed to English class and found June already in her desk.

“Hey,” she said, her dark eyes scanning my face, “What’s up?"

I flopped my head into my hand and quickly told her everything that had happened. By the time I was done she was giving me a look of sympathy. 

"God, that sucks! Another day with that asshole?!" I nodded and sighed, turning my head just in time to see the blonde hair, blue eyed pain-in-the-ass himself.

He gave me a withering glare and I rolled my eyes, knowing full well what had put him in such a pissy mood.

He stalked over to my desk and slammed his hands down on my desk so he was leaning intimidatingly over me. "Has Mr. Burns told you?" he snarled out. I looked him over calmly.

His hair was standing up in messy peaks from having run his hands through it. His striking eyes flashed angrily and his muscles were clenched. He looked anything but calm and collected.

With a simple nod, I affirmed his question.

My simple nod seemed to set him off even more and with a clenched jaw he turned and stormed back to his seat. I rolled my eyes. He was such a little drama queen.

"Someone's PMSing," I heard June comment. I turned my head to her and with a wry smile I said, "He's ALWAYS on his man period."

The teacher walked in as the bell rang and told us to take out our books. Following the example of the rest of the students I dragged out my book, and flipped to the right page. As the teacher started droning on about dangling prepositions I zoned out and thought about what John could possibly be so pissy about.

I ended up deciding that he was menstruating and going through mood swings and my thoughts soon shifted to the upcoming art assignment. We were getting the pictures of the people we were drawing today.

John's P.O.V.

I ran my hand through my hair again as the teacher talked about something, his monotone voice making me feel more and more tired by the minute.

Everything was making me feel tired, it wasn't just the teacher for once.

My biggest issue in that moment was sending me over the edge. My teeth kept clenching and unclenching and my fists matched. My neck and back felt sore and tense from everything and I couldn't keep still. My hands clenched around three of my pencils as my foot tapped quickly on the floor, making the nerdy looking guy next to me send me a dirty look. I sent him my most withering snarl, and he shrunk back into his seat.