Proceed With Caution

Chapter 11

Jessica's POV

The next day, it was time for English class again. I was really happy as I could spend the hour checking Mr Harrison out.

He came into the class at exactly 8.00 a.m. Being on time was one of his cute quirks. He walked across the room, giving me a full view of his back. His clothes were well-fitted, and his light brown hair had that little side-swoop.

"Good morning, class." he said in his sexy British accent that made my heart race. He began counting the number of students in the class.

"Who's not here? There's somebody missing." he asked.

Carrie Matthews raised up her hand. God, I hated her. She was really a bitch but she pretends to be nice to everyone so they will like her.

"Angelina isn't here, sir." she said in her fake sweet way.

"Why? Has she taken ill?" he asked. He was so formal. It was adorable.

Connor Almond answered.

"No, sir. She's been suspended for a week. And it's all your- Ow!" he said, but was cut off as Carrie had stepped on his foot.

"Suspended?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Alright. Let's get on with the lesson. I was reading your essays, and noticed that a lot of you have a trouble with proper phrasing."

I shut Mr Harrison out for the rest of the lesson. Angelina was suspended! I was so happy that my plan worked. All I had to do was to cry, make up some stupid story that made Angelina look like the bad guy, and he believed it. He even reported it to the principal. What a sucker.

But even though I had gotten Angelina in trouble, I was still mad at him. He was the only man that has said no to me when I offered to sleep with them. Why would he even say no to me? I was irresistible and I knew that. So by him resisting me, it ruined my record.

I needed my revenge. I needed to make him sorry for refusing me. I needed him to know that not doing what I wanted will have dire consequences.

And I had the perfect plan.

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After school, I immediately went to the principal's office. I was going to tell Mrs Isaacs that the story Mr Harrison told her was made up by him. Sure, I might get into a little trouble, but it was nothing compared to the amount of trouble that Mr Harrison was going to get into.

How was I so sure she would believe me? In this situation, I was the victim. So she would believe me if I denied the story with my own mouth, making Mr Harrison look like a liar, and that would be very tasteful revenge.

I knocked on the door to the office.

"Come in!" a voice called. I opened the door. Mrs Isaacs was sitting at her desk and writing something.

"Ah, if it isn't Jessica Monet. How may I help you, dear?" she said kindly, giving me a smile.

"Mrs Isaacs, may I ask you something?"

I needed to pretend to ask something from her to use as a decoy, so she would mention Mr Harrison and I could deny the whole thing.