Chapter Eight - Exposure
I groaned as soon as I stepped into Mr. Jackson's class, precisely for the lovely packet of work he handed me. He had a bitter smile, a smile I wanted to slap off of his face.
"What makes you so sure I won't set this on fire?" I asked him.
"You're currently failing my class, Miss Caruso. How do you think your father will feel about your report card at the end of this quarter?" Mr. Jackson said bitterly.
"Well, for starters... I'm only a junior. I'm not looking at colleges. My father doesn't care about my grades. And it's only the first quarter," I shrugged. "I'm not doing this work."
"Then you'll have me again next year," he smiled.
"Not if I get homeschooled," I countered and sat down. "You just wasted a thousand trees."
He scowled at me. "Listen, Miss Caruso, I hear the students talk quite a lot around here. And I want you to be aware of the fact that I do know what's going on around this school, more specifically, with your personal life. I understand you were brutally dumped. Get. Over. It. This is high school not high relationships dot com. I suggest you get your act together before you become a disappointment to your family like your brother."
"Who the hell are you? My mother?" I asked sharply, clearly offended. "You don't know a damn thing about my personal life, Mr. Jackson! You're my teacher, and not a good one. So butt out or else you'll have bigger problems than a failing student!"
He shook his head. "You're on quite a roll today, young lady. Are you seeking a suspension?"
"Are you seeking a high school dropout?" I asked. "Keep patronizing me, Mr. Jackson. Do it. I am not in the mood today."
Class hadn't even started and I was already on the verge of skipping school. I just didn't want to have to walk past Griffin. Mr. Jackson stared at me for a minute before he gave up.
"Just sit down and be quiet. If anything, you get attendance and participation points."
I looked out the window and propped my head up on my fist. I didn't want to go home. I was too scared to face Griffin. I couldn't see Jamie without knocking his whole front row of teeth out. I refused to look at my dad... I didn't know where to go. Where to go to get away from all of this. I needed to think, and think very hard.
Even when I got to photography/art I was still off. I wasn't in the mood. I kept thinking of the last few things Griffin said to me, and how hurt he was. How disappointed he was.
I wasn't in a rush to leave when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I got out of my seat and trudged to my locker. Fortunately, I didn't see Griffin. But I didn't realize how awful it actually made me feel. I frowned and began to put my homework in my bag. I'm not really sure why, I don't do homework anyway. I shut my locker and walked outside. I should've waited a bit longer if I'm being honest with myself. Broken and bruised Carol was standing next to Jamie who had a cute little mob behind them.
I wasn't in the mood for this shit.
"The fuck do you want?" I asked sharply.
"An apology, you whore. You broke three of my fucking ribs," Carol snapped.
"I should've broken more," I said and kept walking. "You want an apology? Have Jamie eat you out. You're not getting anything from me, you twat."
"Apologize to her Sammantha, or else," Jamie said firmly. I scoffed and turned around.
"Or else... what?" I said through my teeth as I glared at him.
"I'll tell them everything," Jamie said with eyes as cold as ice. I laughed.
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Dragon Spell
Teen Fiction"What do you mean by you're alone? You don't have anything to go back to?" I asked staring at him. He didn't even bother to look at me. "Go home." he ordered. "You're not my Alpha, my dad, or my-higher power," I huffed. "You're right, I'm not...
