Rebellion (Student/Teacher Romance)

Rebellion [4]

Chapter Four

I was walking down the corridor to the cafeteria for breakfast. Renee told me to meet her there with the rest of us. It has been two weeks since Mitch has come to this school. We are very very close. Mitch and Bailey hit it off from the beginning. Kristen, Renee and I are closer. But altogether were close.

I walked into the cafeteria to them all in a group in the corner. "Hey guys, what's up" they all looked at me and smiled. "Hey we found out that the clubs thing is tomorrow" Kristen said. "I don't care I'm not going in any" they pouted at me. "Ah come on Ry-Ry" Mitch said using a baby voice and the nick name he gave to me in year 6. "No Mitchy" he frowned.

"Fine what ever floats your bloat" Bailey said butting in. I smiled at him "what you guys signing up for" they cheered up now. "I'm trying out for soccer" Renee said. "Bailey and I are going for football" I nodded and looked to Kristen "I'm going to be learning some more music" I smiled at her.

Kristen plays the drums. I know a girl that gets A's plays the drums it isn't something that you could guess but she's wicked. "Cools" then Renee smiled again and got of the table she was siting on. "I found out something else and you all don't know this one" I sat on the table and we all told her to go on.

"We get to go down to the village" I smiled. Yes. "Yay I so want to go down there with you guys" they all smiled and Mitch hugged me. "You do know they have a tattoo place there" I couldn't help the smile that went on my face. "I need to design myself another one" they laughed at me then Renee went quite. "Ren what's up" she looked up and had a sad smile on her face. "I...um....er like you....ah....to design me one to get..if you could please" I looked at her dumb founded.

"You want me to design one for you?" She nodded "I'd love too" she smiled and jumped on me and thanked me. She turned to Kristen "so what are you going to change, you have to do something. Tattoo, piecing, hair changed what" Kristen looked shocked then scared. "I don't know if I want to" I looked at her. "Do you want something that hurts?"

She shook her head. "Then I would go with getting your hair done" she looked like she was contemplating if she should or not. "What would I get if I did" I smiled at the same time as Renee. We looked at each other then back at Kristen and said "PURPLE STREAKS" at the same time.

We all burst out laughing but Kristen. "Um I don't know will it look good?" We all looked at her like she was crazy. "YES" we all said. "Ok I will get purple streaks" we all smiled. I turned to Mitch and Bailey "so what you doing" they looked like its only for the girls but they have something coming at them "I want to get a tattoo that you design" Mitch said with a smile and I returned it.

"Um I can't pick between piecing and hair" I looked at him "where would you get your piecing and what would you do to your hair?" He tapped his chin. "I would get a new hair style or something. I would get my ear done" I looked at him and thought which one is better. I love his hair though so it's the piecing.

"Piecing" I finally said. "Ok I'm getting a piecing" he said like it was the best thing on earth. "Does anyone have any piecing?" Bailey said. "Um I only have my ears done" Renee said and Kristen nodded in agreement. "I have only done one of my ears but it has covered up" Mitch said pointing to his left ear. Everyone looked at me.

I smiled. "Hahah yes I have a piecing" they didn't look surprised. "Where?" Renee said. "Belly button and ears, I have three on my left ear and a stretcher in my right" I pointed to my ears. "I have seen you with your bras on and I have not seen a belly piecing" Renee said with a matter of fact in her voice.

"I have a clear thing to hold the shape of my piecing" I said pulling my top up. I took out my clear piecing and showed them. They smiled and nodded. Now the only bad thing is getting it back in, gosh this is hard. "Well are you going to get a tattoo?" Mitch asked I nodded while paying attention to my stomach.