Those Batman Panties

Chapter 3

Woah, author is trying to talk to you. Holy shit. Anyway, have any of you noticed that I update immediately once I get comments? How weird is that? There couldn't be a pattern, right?

WRONG.

There is. I update when I get a response. :) Just a tip.

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School trudged through without much to say. I barely saw Cathy, Jeremey I saw to much of, and Austin wasn't anywhere near my vicinity. But now that the final bell has rung, I walk past students to Ms. Filbert's classroom with my best 'I'm-a-good-kid' face.

I enter her room and walk to her desk, which she has decorated with ironic Jane Austen quotes and grammar How To books. I scrunch up my eyes in a way that makes me seem so innocent, I've even gotten Sam to cave in and do what I wanted. 'Your eyes are your best weapon', as Cathy says.

"Ms. Filbert, can we talk about the dentention?"  I say, noting how my voice seems like a childs. Perfect, I think. She looks up at me and raises a dark brow, her face scrunching up. Ms. Filbert is a young woman, and while strict, can be pretty leanent if you're a good student.

"I suppose." She says, laying her arms on top of the mahogany desk.

"I really can't do it today. I have a job, and I need to be on time. If we could possibly do another arrangement, that would be fine, but I can't have one today." I say, and she looks like she's giving in. I bite my lip in a way I hope seems convincing. 

I'm not lying to her, I do have a job and I don't want to be late. But I am exaggerating my innocence a bit. 

Her brown eyes soften behind her thick glasses, and she seems to pity me. I hold back a smirk.

"Well, Danika... I can't just let you off the hook. I don't want that kind of language in my classrom." She seemed a bit miffed about making me take the detention, so I tried to use that for my advantage.

I flashed a look of pity, but then into an almost sad, but respectful gaze.

"I understand." I muttered. She sighed loudly, and wiped her hand across her brow.

"Alright, but just this once. You're miles ahead of the others anyway, and you don't have any history of wild behavior. Just don't let it happen again, alright?" Ms. Filbert said, the corner of her mouth curving upwards.

I smile broadly, and I can feel the happiness in my eyes. This time I'm not acting. I clutch my books to my chest, practically jumping with joy.

"Thank you so much!" I say, running out of the class room. I hear Ms. Filbert's laugh echoing behind me. Suddenly, I bump into someone.

"Nice acting, Danny." Austin's cold, arrogant voice says. I try not to melt into it. I shift on my feet, balancing on one and switching to another. 

"I, um, need to go to work, so..." I mumble, and I'm praying to Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson that he doesn't see my blush. 'I hear him chuckle, which is in my top favorite sounds, so I know that he probably did. A few people stare at us, but most of them either don't notice, or don't care.

He ignores what I've said as he says, "So where'd you get skills like that? I'd be pretty interested in hearing about them..." His voice was soft, sexy, and thus utterly irresistable. Austin's closer to me now, so much so that we're nose to nose due to him leaning done. 

Instead of standing there like an idiot(like I was this morning), I backed up, tripping which made me look like more of an idiot. I hear his deep, barking laughter as I scramble to my feet, my face undoubtedly doused in crimson. I run away towards the parking lot, ignoring the stares. I shut my eyes, not willing to look at anything in my current state.