Born an Angel

Chapter 20 - To Pull Them Apart

Stacey's POV:

~A WEEK AGO~

I stared blankly at the page, not sure what to do. I was bored out of my mind. I hadn't done any of the math set as work for today, and I wasn't planning to. I kept on looking over at Jake who looked freaking hot, as usual. He was focused on the paper in front of him, not as usual. We were paired up together, and no matter how much I tried, my large tits weren't gaining any of his attention. I dirty thought came to my mind as I remembered one time he took me inside his car, instead of going to class. It was damn amazing, and much better than anything I've done with Xander, or anyone else for that matter. I slowly slid my hand up his jeans, over his thighs to a set location. However, he quickly grabbed my hand, and placed it back on my lap. That's weird.

I had nearly run out of ideas when I noticed a '6' on my page. Nothing like 69ing. I wrote '9' next to it, before seductively yet quietly asking Jake for "help".

"Hey Jakey," I asked sweetly, trying to keep my voice low enough, so that nobody else hears, but him. I moved one of my perfectly manicured nails towards the question number, a grin forming on my face. "What do I do here? Could you do it with me?"

"Ask the fucking teacher," he snapped. It was merely a whisper, but I was still taken aback by it. He clearly understood what I was implying, but today he was so angry at me. WTF? I scoffed, moving over to my two best friends, knowing they would know what's up with him. They looked up as I sauntered over, clearly angry. As I took my seat, Rach was about to ask what happened when I turned to them, about to rant.

"What the hell is up with Jake," I whisper-yell. "He is acting so weird!"

"It might be because of that bet he's trying to win," Hannah answered.

"What bet," I asked, curious. I hadn't heard of any bets, but why on earth would a bet stop him from having sex with me, anyways?

"He made a bet with Xander about having sex with this girl. First to do it wins. She was like some geek loner. I can't remember her name though. It started with 'c'. Carla? No. Carrie? That's not it either."

"Isn't it like really long or something," Rach suggested. "Like... Caroline?"

"That isn't it either."

"Wait, hold up," I screeched in a whisper. If they meant who I think they meant, I'm gonna be hella pissed. "Are you talking about... that 'Crystal' girl?"

"Yeah," they cried in unison, volume a little louder this time.

"Girls!"

We all winced at the piercing yell of Mrs Alfinner. I slowly turned on my chair with a fake smile, filled to the brim with sarcasm. She was the worst teacher in the world, and she knew it.

"Yeeeeees?" My voice was dripping with poison, meanwhile I could practically hear my girls behind me shivering, but I wasn't scared. I was annoyed. I was angry. and I was gonna show it.

"I think it's about time you three separated," Mrs Alfinner yelled, one of her long, bony fingers extended in our direction. She then pointed to a chair, in a corner, at the back of the room. Hannah scampered over to it, the first to leave. As soon as Hannah was seated, Alfinner's finger darted over to another chair, opposite Hannah, in another isolated corner. Rach picked up her things and started walking. I glared at Mrs Alfinner all the while, but that didn't do anything. She leaned down, continuing to help some red-head with her question.

I have a question I need answers for: how do I get rid of a girl that's stealing my man?

~PRESENT DAY~