I was walking through the halls with my backpack on one shoulder.
"What are you doing, young lady."
Oops.
I turn around to see the source of that loud, angry voice.
"Hi, mr. J!"
"I've told you to not call me that. I'm Mr. Jamesly to you."
I stuck my tongue out at him and walked into the bathroom to make it look like that's where I was meant to go in the first place. I always skip this class. Math.
"Bliss, get to class. You're not slick."
I groaned and walked backwards out of the bathroom. I went to math class for like the 4th time this year.
"Bliss, where have you been." Says mrs. Hill.
"Bathroom." I say observing the room to find an empty seat.
"For 45 minutes?"
I ignore her remark because I find a familiar face.
I walk towards an empty desk by him.
"Grayson."
I say out loud even though mrs. Hill had already restarted the lesson.
He ignored me to listen to the old hag.
"You look pretty fucking hot today." I say just for a reaction. Reaction, I got. He blushed until his tan skin turned purple.
The bell then rang for my next class, art, I noticed him packing frantically to get away from me. I was already packed up though so it wasn't much help.
Calm down, champ. You'll be fine if you just miss one class. He stood up and sighed, looking me up and down.
"What do you mean?" He asks."
"Skip with me. All I have is art next and you have... theatre?" I say laughing at his schedule sheet he still help on the front of his binder."
Fine.
