Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 9

A/N: I just want to give a big thank you to everyone who's read this story and made it reach 2K views today :D it means so much! And thank you to everyone who commented on the last chapter, I got loads! Comment again I like reading them :3

Shout out to my girl suki_mizu09 who gave me that little push to do this smut scene as I wasn't planning on writing it until another few chapters yet. But I have a habit of dragging things out in stories so here it is earlier than planned and I hope you all like it... 

Happy reading x

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Oliver's POV

"Oliver Sykes!" A loud stern voice yells my name making me jump up awake.

I groan in annoyance and bring my hand up to hold my head as it pounded in agony. I was suffering from the worse hangover ever that I actually forgot where I was.

Hearing a few sniggers and whispered comments around me, I blink several times through my sleepy eyes and glanced around my surroundings. That's when I discovered I had fallen asleep in class. Oh shit.

I turn my attention back to in front of me, who stood a very angry looking Mr Franceschi, with his arms crossed over his chest looking pissed. I groan internally knowing I would get a load of shit for this.

"How nice of you to rejoin the class again, Mr Sykes." he says in a sarcastic tone glaring down at me.

I knew I had earned myself detention for this but I really didn't.

"What excuse do you have for sleeping in my class, hm?" he says sternly, showing me up in front of the class instead of dealing with me later.

I was all groggy and horrible and desperately needed sleep and the last thing I needed was Mr Franceschi yelling in my face right now. So I snapped in annoyance.

"If your class wasn't boring as fuck I wouldn't have fallen asleep in the first place." I grumble, wincing at the sound of my own voice.

Lynn nudges my arm to make me shut up but I ignored her attempt to shut me up. My head hurt way too much for this bullshit. If he wanted to be a prick then so could I.

I don't even know what happened last night for me to be this groggy and hating life. I mean, I remember Justin giving me ecstasy in the club and I stupidly took it to look cool and then he took me into some sort of back room to do 'stuff'. But after that, I don't remember anything at all. My mind is completely blank. I don't even remember how we got home last night. I woke up this morning sandwiched between Jona and Alan in Jona's bed and then being rushed out of the house because we were late for school.

"Get Out!" Mr Franceschi yells as he points to the class room door for me to leave.

"Go now. Wait outside and I'll deal with you after class." He waves me off dismissing me. Not bothering to give me another glance as he turns his back to me.

I frown, not in the mood to argue back with him.

"Whatever." I huffed and pushed my chair out from under the table with a harsh screech just to annoy him and walked out of the classroom.

I made sure to slam the door shut behind me despite how much it worsens my headache, I just wanted to do everything in my power to piss him off. At least I would have some peace and quiet for awhile out here whilst the lesson continued without me in it.