playing the player // jacob sartorius

four

four//grace

"It's genius!"

Becca clapped her hands together, causing a few awkward stares. The teacher raised an eyebrow at her, before going back to taking attendance.

I rolled my eyes. "Please, calm down."

"Sorry." Amanda shrugged, picking up her backpack as the bell rang. "What do you have next? I have Chem."

"AP Math." I grinned, thinking fondly of my favorite subject.

"So do I."

An arm snaked around my waist, making me groan in irony.

"Speak of the devil." Becca murmured, shooting me a sly smirk.

I shot her a frown, before turning around, seeing Jacob.

"Great, you're in advanced placement math." I droned. "Good for you."

"Oh, since I have Chem, I need to walk the other way. So, see ya Grace." Becca winked, before walking out the door. I gave her a scowl before picking up my backpack and making a beeline to the door, hoping Jacob wouldn't catch up with me.

Unfortunately, he did.

"You're fast." He beamed, as my heart melted a tiny bit. I shook my head to clear out my thoughts about Jacob in my head. I hitched my backpack more up my back, before making my way to math at top speed.

"I can barely catch up with you." Jacob placed his hand around my waist as we walked in unison.

I pried his hands off my waist. "Good." I gave him a sarcastic grin before entering the classroom.

He was right behind me and my hand was immediately in his.

A warm sensation crept up my arm and spread out over my entire body. I shook my head again to clear it out.

What. Is. This. Boy. Doing. To. Me.

"Sit together?" He asked sweetly, squeezing my hand as I sat in a desk.

"No thanks." I scoffed, before placing my backpack on the seat next to me.

But unfortunately, he wasn't stupid.

Well, of course he wasn't, he was in AP math!

He simply picked up the bag with two fingers, placed it gently next to my desk and slid into the chair next to me.

I groaned audibly.

I could feel the icy stares somehow burning in the back of my head. I dared not to look behind me. I knew this was about Jacob sitting next to me.

Jacob Sartorius, the notorious bad-boy player sitting next to me, Grace Hart, the not-so-notorious, sarcastic-nerd smart girl.

I could see the headlines now.

The thoughts strode out of my brain as our teacher strode in. Tall, and pale skin, with an upturned nose and tight-drawn lips colored in a dark red. She patted her crisp blazer, and ran a had across her slick ponytail.

Mrs. Darren; everyone hated her. Except for me.

Does anyone else have those mean, bitch-of-a-teacher, but they actually like you and are genuinely nice to you? Yeah, that's Mrs. Darren. I'm sort of a teacher's pet, as you might say. I never chose to be, actually. You must think I'm actually a complete bitch for saying that, but I'm not a suck-up like some people are.

"Good morning, class." She said, in a strict manner.

"Good morning, Mrs. Darren.' The class droned in unison, almost like they were on script.

The class grew immediately quiet as Mrs. Darren slipped out a crisp, file folder with neat papers inside of it. I could barely hold in my excitement.

Exam results.

She flipped through them, and slipped them out carefully. It seemed like the whole classroom was holding their breath.

"I'm starting from the lowest marks, then going up from there. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Darren." The scripted class droned.

"Alright." Mrs. Darren squinted her eyes to read the marks. "Eva Matthews, with a 69 percent."

I heard Jacob snicker a little, as I rolled my eyes.

Real mature, Sartorius. Real mature.