Chapter1

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"KAYLA ANDERSON TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE RIGHT NOW!" The red head teacher yelled from across the row of teenagers. All heads where turned to my form. I looked up from in between my feet, that conveniently sat on the desk. I made a solute, to the single teacher. I aburtly got up, swinging my legs around to the floor.

"Yea, yea. I heard you the first time. Haven't you ever heard 'Slow and steady wins the race?' Your the English teacher, thought you would at least know that." I fluffed my hair that hung in around my tan face. I spoke with my slight Australian accent.

"Ms. Anderson, Get out MY classroom! NOW!" Pointing her nasty white nails to the door. Her face in triumph as I passed her, my biker boots clicking as I walked.

"It's Ok, Ms. err.., We all know your single. You don't need to class me in with you." Taking hold of the cold brass of the door knob, pushing. I walked the familiar path to My favourite person in the whole wide world. Note my sarcasm.

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"Well, Miss Kayla. I see you haven't failed on your daily visits. Shall I give you a gold star, or a detention. I think I like the detention, a bit better." Sherman sat there in his chair, while I ate candy from the jar he left for just for little ol' me. Yes I call him Sherman.

"I think I'll take the gold star, Sherman." Licking my lips and leaning back into the comfy leather chair.

Ignoring my comment he continued "Now miss Kayla, you know I could easily, suspend you. But I've seen to grown used to your ..Charm. "His handed folded on the desk.

"Yep we all know I'm a adorable cute and funny. Did i mention adorable? I'm just spectacular aren't I?" grinning my white teeth at him. Propping my boots on his desk.

"Anderson, just go to the detention and behave." he sighed. He pushed my boots down.

"Okiey dokiey!' I stood up thinking it was a done deal. Saturday's were always fun. I walked towards the door.

"Oh and Anderson, today's your detention. Time at 6:00 till about
9:00."

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I closed the door on my way out. Does he think I have no life outside of here? I rolled my eyes, they then fell on a boy. He sat down in the chair his left ear was pierced. The sparkling diamond catching my eye. He seemed to be on the phone. Talking harshly in a whisper. His eyes found my starring ones, and he said the most derating thing for someone who I just met.

"I'm looking for a good fuck later on, want to join? You look pretty enough." His smile was easily the worst thing about him. The easy going, sexy smile.

A guy that got anything he wanted.

Well not today.

I put on my false smile, giving a wink, "sorry this 'I made a swiping hand motion down my body.' ain't for you." Then walked away hearing him talk once again into his phone.

"No, idiot I wasn't talking to you. Are you gonna pay me or what?"He snarled into the phone.

I traveled across the room, finding some of my buddies. I placing my cute little behind on the desk, which happen to have my good old buds shoes too.

"Woah, woah, Baby girl! My feet were perfectly comfy there. Now I think i'll have to charge for you sitting there. Pay up." Moving his head sideways patting his cheek.

"Georgie-baby. we all know it's the other way around!" someone laughed in the back. Making kissy noise.

George yelled at them. "Your just upset cause you can't get any of her sexy body,Carter!" Smiling at him and the joke . The room filled with 'oohs' and 'shoots fired' .

My favorite teacher slammed the door open, strutted in and sat on her desk. Her hands threw the keys to me. "You know the drill, anyone who want to leave gotta ask, Kayla! Now, Role call." The slamming of her  thermostat on table. Created a clattered if we weren't listening we were now.

We all got to a desk, the boy from earlier looked confused, his phone still in hand. He'll get the paddle if he doesn't figure this out.

"Wasted?" She called the nickname out. Long ago she forgotten our names and crossed in her own. s checking off as she went.

"Yo B!"

"Vigor? Wait no he left .," she Scribble over the name.

"High"

"Back corner." Sure enough puffs fell from his mouth, not hard to spot in the dark.

"Salt!"

Georgie called up to her, pouting."Ah B I don't like that one. What about Mcsexy?That describes me so much better! Why am I salt anyways?"

She looked with a cold glare. "Because your like salt in my wounds. Aussie?"

"ELLO MATE! We got a kangaroo B ! " I called from ahead. My voice dripping with fakness. Giving her a Hint on the new guy.

"I've noticed that Kay, Lets see if anyone wants to give him a warm welcome!" She paused looking over the room seeing no takers. She nudged her head toward the kid. I slowly got off the desk. Sliding off my leather jacket. The boys hollering 'strip tease.'
Georgie, wolf whistled. I gave a small smirk moving my way toward the kid.

Pay backs a bitch.

I took his phone.His shout of protest reached my ears. I started talking into the mic. "Sorry, mate but He's been a naughty Boy and won't get back for a couple hours. Buh bye." clicking it shut, throwing it off to Hacks.

"Hack give him 3 hours. I want that thing down!"

"You got it!"  The girl easily catching the phone as she quickly tapped on her phone.

The boy eyes glared over to me, "That was important." his voice low and rough.I tapped his nose, leaning over the desk. "And so is this  Dog. Now Be a good boy and Pay some good ol'e attention, Because Detention is nothing like what your got before us. "

Straightening out, i dusted off my clothes. I skipping back to my area. "Bitch." I heard him mutter, as Potter patted his back murmuring he could of had it worse.

I high five Georgie as he pulls me into his lap. I give myself a pat on the back.

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So guys I've been waiting along time to put this out. Now that betas down, Luna finally getting her happy ending .;-; I have so many little stories , and this one has been one I have been writing while I was writing Luna character. So just a romance with crime and drugs. Why not! make sure to tune in for more! And comment and vote !:) you know I. Like a book when it's hitting 1094 words.

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