"Chris. Can you not?" I say blocking grapes as he throws them at me
"Ethan, seriously?" I say as he joins in
"Knock it off you dimwits" I say throwing grapes back at them but harder
*ringggg*
We all stop throwing grapes at each other and head to our lockers to collect our books.
On my way to class I notice that Chris is backed up against the locker as one of the 'plastics', Sasha, is dangerously close to his face.
I can see the discomfort on his face so I decide to help him out.
"He's not interested" I say grabbing her arm and pulling her away so now Chris can breathe his own air
"Hey! Don't touch me with your disgusting hands you rat" she spits at me
"Yeah, says the girl with the 500 layers of fake tan and foundation on" I scoff back at her
"Can I ask you a question?" I add
"What?" She asks uninterested and annoyed
"When you walk past a mirror and look at yourself, do you get scared looking at your reflection? Because honestly I would be horrified if I looked into the mirror and I look like that" her jaw drops to the floor and frowns at me
I see out of the corner of my eye her hand lifting up and swinging to the right side of my face. Before she made contact with my skin I grabbed her hand and twisted her wrist, making her whine in pain
"Don't go doing things that can get you seriously hurt hunni, wouldn't want to ruin that gorgeous face of yours" I say sarcastically before letting go of her wrist and pulling Chris to class
"Damn girl" he says smirking, I just shake my head and chuckle
"Thanks for that" he adds, I turn around a smile at him
"No problem Chrisy" I say messing up his hair, I glares at me and fixes his hair up
"Oh come on princess" I tease as I pull him to class
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"But sir!" I protest
"No! No buts Chelsea! You've been late to class too many times. You are coming into this room for a detention at lunch time. No ifs, no buts... you are coming" he yells back at me
I huff in anger as I take my usual seat behind Jakob and beside Ethan and Chris. They all turn to look at me and I bang my head on the table.
"Michaels! You might wanna watch what you do!" He says pointing his finger at me
I through my arms up annoyance as if to say but-I-didn't-even-do-anything-you-piece-of-shit-teacher. The boys chuckle at my action and turn back to face the board.
>>> lunch time
"Why couldn't you just turn up on time?" Ethan asks
"Because this titty-locker over here was getting eye raped by Sasha and I had to save his stupid ass" I say pointing at Chris accusingly, he places his hand on his heart pretending to be hurt by what I called him as the boys laugh
I slammed my locker as I finished putting my books away. The boys jumped from the bang of my locker and I giggled at their startled faces
"Have fun" Chris smirks at me, I smack him on the back of the head
"Ouch. What the hell Chels?" He whines as he rubs where I smacked him
"See you losers later" I say winking at Jakob and he gives me back his signature smirk
I turn around and head to the detention room.
I walk through the doors and see Mr Linch at the desk waiting for me
"Huh. Surprised you weren't late to detention as well Ms Michaels" he says in a blunt tone, I scoff and take a seat right at the back of the classroom and rest my head in my arms on the table.
Let the hour of torture begin.
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*tap tap tap*
I look up to see Mr cheeky tapping on the window. He smirks at me and holds up a note
You look sexy
I throw my head back in laughter and then cover my mouth so the teacher doesn't hear. Ethan then sees the note Jakob is holding up and looks at him weirdly, he snatches the note out of Jakob's hand, scrunches it up and throws it at his head.
I laugh at Ethan's antics as I watch the two silently argue outside the classroom. Chris then walks into sight and wacks both of them on the head.
They both turn to Chris and punch him on either arm. Chris screams which you could probably hear from China. The teacher jerks his head up to look at the boys.
"Hey!" Mr Linch yells at the boys and walks over to the door
The boys run away, but Chris and Ethan bump into each other and fall to the ground. By this point I am in fits of laughter. The boys manage to get up and continue to run away.
While I try to contain my laughter Mr Linch glares at me which causes me to completely stop.
"You're done Michaels" he says gesturing me to leave, without hesitation I run out of the room to find the boys.
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I grab my bag and run over to the soccer field. Lucky I'm the first one here.
I put my boots on and run onto the field, then realising that I have my school dress on still. I run back to my bag and grab my soccer uniform. I look at the change rooms and they are all the way at the other side of the field
I look around to see if anyone is here. Once no one is in sight I quickly strip to my sports bra and bike shorts. I quickly pull on my training top and running shorts.
I run back onto the field with a ball and start juggling between each foot and start having shots at goals.
I look at my watch to check the time, everyone should of been here by now. Where are they all?
*Jakob's POV*
The boys and I watch Chelsea as she puts on her boots to start training. She runs onto the field and notices that she still has her dress on so she runs back off the field and looks around.
She then takes off her dress leaving her in a bra and extremely tight fitting shorts that show off her ass. All the boys look at her in awe. I throw bark at them so they stop looking at her.
I look at Alex and notice that he has a boner, I punch him in the arm as he rubs it to soothe the pain. Horny little shit.
By the time the boys have stopped rubbing there eyes from the bark I threw at them early, chelsea has changed and is now practising her goal kicking.
We all watch and guess how long it will take her to remember that training is canceled.
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Loving Jakob Delgado // fan fiction
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