Bad and Broken (H.S)

Chapter 6

A/N- please point out any mistakes, I'm only human and I like to know to be able to fix them :))
/thank you/

"Thanks Elli." Axel smirked as he plucked my favourite pen from my pencil case. My inner self was torn between admiring his beauty or becoming annoyed at him for waltzing in and ruining what could have been a peaceful lesson.

"So, about last night, we should do it again." He was talking louder than I was comfortable with and I scowled at him, deciding to reply with short answers until he shut up.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw several girls turn towards us, although I'm sure it was the topic of our one-sided conversation that they didn't appreciate, not the fact that Axel was being so noisy.

"Yep." I said disinterestedly, popping the p.

"Miss Morgan, please stay focused on your work." Mr. Gibson said, without looking up from the pile of papers on his desk.

I glared at a laughing Harry, it was him who was distracting me, and moments later he did it again - he opened up his laptop and proceeded to click his space bar annoyingly as he started up some irrelevant computer game.

Click. Click. Click click click.

If I was a cartoon my eye would have been twitching and steam would be drifting out of my ears.

"Do your work Miss Morgan." Harry mimicked - noticing how I had stopped writing - loud enough for the teacher to turn towards him. How so very mature of him.

"Both of you, work." Mr. Gibson repeated. It was then that a blonde bimbo seated in front of us turned around, and handed Axel a piece of paper. He hid it from my prying eyes and despite my best most inconspicuous attempts, I could not tell what was written on it.

But, I got a pretty good idea when the girl - Stacey, I think her name was - winked and blushed before turning around. I rolled my eyes in disgust, did she have to make it so obvious?

I turned back to my work with a scoff and seconds later I heard a scratch as Harry slid the piece of paper over to my side of the desk with a smile.

'Hah she wishes ;)' was scrawled over the paper in scratchy handwriting. If I didn't know any better I would think a child had written it. Beside Harry's message was the girls phone number and a question that should not be repeated. Ew.

I suppressed my giggles and Axel did nothing to hide his laughter, clearly making Stacey uncomfortable. I could tell by the way her cheeks turned the colour of a beetroot. I mean, she brought it upon herself, really.

"Harry, care to share with the class what is so funny?" Mr. Gibson interrupted, standing right behind us. Harry gazed coolly up at the teacher and shrugged, beginning to hand the note to him, while I stared with wide eyes, slightly panicked for that poor girl.

As swift as an eagle diving for its prey, Stacey snatched the note from Axel's outstretched hand, twisting around in her chair with a move to rival a contortionists.

She ripped the note up in to tiny little pieces. If I were in her situation I probably would have turned so red from embarrassment that I would stay that way for years. I guess I was grateful it wasn't me for once.

Amusement flickered across Mr. Gibson's face before he announced what worksheet we had to complete next, and then the shrill rattle of the bell rang and everyone hastily packed up.

I saw Harry shove my good pen in his pocket, and using impressive skills I pulled it back out without him noticing, he was too distracted smirking at the glaring blonde girl.