"who has under twenty notes?" Mr. Stevenson asked when the video was over.
three people raised their hands, two were the school sluts and the other one was a guy on the football team who wasn't exactly AP material... i'm not even sure how he got in this class. when they raised their hands, the jock, Andrew, winked at the girls and they giggled.
i had to shut my hearing off the block out the hideous noise. Derek laughed at me and i shook my head at him.
'you're cute' i hear his voice in my head.
my eyes widen and i look at him with a stunned look on my face. his eyes widen when he sees my expression and i hear his voice again, 'can you hear me?'. i can tell by the worried look on his face i wasn't supposed to hear that.
i nod my head and he turns a deep red. he turns around and refuses to look at me for the rest of the class.
"who has twenty notes?" Mr. Stevenson asks.
everyone raises their hands except the three from before and me and Derek.
"who has over twenty notes?" he asks.
me and Derek raise our hands and Mr. Stevenson smiles. "as i expected"
"what's that supposed to mean?" i hear the annoying high pitched sqeak of a voice the blonde slut has. her hair is teased way too high and her hot pink tank top with rhinstones and ruffles is pulled down way too low. her breasts are practically spilling out of her shirt. she has on white denim shorts that are shoved up her asshole and they are so short you can see her butt fat hanging out. despit how low her tank top is, it is still super short. it shows half of her too fake of tanned stomach with her diamond belly button peircing. i mean like seriously, who wears that in January!? Winter isn't even over yet! it's barely sixty degrees outside! how is she not freezing her ass cheeks off!?
and to top it off her makeup is so thick, i'm not even sure what her true skin color is. she has big black rings around her eyes and i'm thinking she attempted to do a smokey eye but it ended up terribly wrong. she has on lipstick that matches her shirt and it is waaaayyy too bright. she also has blush that is on the wrong part of her cheek that makes her look absolutely horrid. and she has on fake eyelashes. you wanna know how i know? well, for starters she put them on wrong, it's only first period and they're already falling off. also, they're in the wrong place.. which is probably the reason they're falling off. she put them a centimeter above her eyelashes instead of directly on the line where the lashes start coming out of the eye lid.
she litterally looks like a disfunctional barbie doll that no little girl wanted so they left her on the shelf for years so her make up smudged fom crying so much. that's litterally what she looks like. no joke.
"Well, unlike you Tiffany. Layla and Derek do their work, and they do a fine job. so i expect them to do better than everone else" Mr. Stevenson says.
I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. Tiffany scoffs and crosses her arm over her chest, making sure to pull her shirt down even more. i swear if she pulls her shirt down one more time i'm going to punch her before i go and puke from the sight of her nipples. i'm just thank full that i haven't seen them yet.
"oh, and Tiffany" Mr. Stevenson rummages through the bottom drawer of his desk. "why don't you put these on" he throws her a big plain bright green short sleeve shirt and matching basket ball shorts. "you're disobeying the dress code"
"sorry Mr. Stevenson. but the school doesn't have a dress code" she says with an evil smirk on her face, confident of her words. she throws the ugly clothes back andhe catches them with one swift move.
"true, but i do. if you want to be in this class you must put these on right now. unless you want to go to the office and get a refural, of course" he says.
her smirk dissolves under her painted face and he throws the clothes back at her. she tries to catch them but her arms flail and she looks like a chicken, she completely misses the clothes and they nail her straight in the face. i think i saw her face come off on the clothes when they bounced off her.
sure enough, when she picked them up, there was a big make up stain.
i couldn't control my laughter and everyone started laughing at her too except the jock and her slut friend. even Derek was laughing.
her face flushed and turned a vicious shade of red. i'm actually really surprised you could see the color change in her face, but considering that most of her make up was wiped off.. yeah i guess it makes sense.
she got up and stormed out of the classroom. tears were rolling down my face and i was holding my side. i'm not sure why it was so funny, i just suppose sinse she used to try to bully me a few years ago it was nice to see her get a taste of the dish she sent out.
when my eyes finally dried i could see Derek staring at me with a big smile on his face. "take a picture. it'll last longer" i say.
he snaps out of his daze and his eyes widen. his smile turns into a flat line and he turns around, refusing to look at me once more.
is this a game? cause i'm great at games. if he wants to act like a jerk, then reveal his true feelings when i'm not looking then let's play. cause two can play at this game.
.. but i don't understand most..
why is he hiding it? and acting like a jerk about it?
and i still dont understand what he was talking about earlier. what did he mean by all those things about wolves? and warriors? and rogues? and luna? .. his luna.
what did it all mean?
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Werewolf"I don't love you" he narrows his eyes and scowls at me, showing his canine teeth. I raise my eyebrow at him, showing his words don't mean anything to me. "then I'll make you love me. and you won't be able to do anything about it" I smirk at his rea...
