A Project with the Bad Boy

three :: first task

Chapter Three

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"What? No!" I complained. "I could not possibly do this project with Colton and so does he, oh my god."

"Ms. Collins, I'm sorry but I can't. What makes you know that Mr. Brooks doesn't agree with this?" Ms. Brown questioned me..

"No, we're cool. I'm fine with it," Colton said casually and played an insulting smirk on his face.

"You- what- how-when!" My mind was too jumbled to function I couldn't even start a proper sentence. I will surely get Ms. Brown off her job tomorrow and Colton to be kicked-out from this school

"See, Ms. Collins? I could feel that you're going to make me lose my job sooner or later but anyways the principal asked me do this," Ms. Brown stated.

"You mean my father? Heck-"

"No, the principal. Being a father at home and a principal on school is different, Ms. Collins. These were his words, just pointing it out to let you know," Ms. Brown literally owned me with her words.

And with that, being my bitchy and unconscious self because of all these blabbers and happenings right now.

"Oh, gosh! Samantha Brown are you having and affair with my father?" Were only the words I was able to made up.

The students listening in the background started laughing, so did Colton. That devil.

And just a little information, Ms. Brown is on her late twenties.

Her face started to flush in embarrassment that it became fiery red like she was about to explode in any second now.

"Crap, I'm sorry, Ms. Brown. I tend to speak the wrong words when my mind really gets jumbled up, it's just that it's Col-"

"I know. I was also at Mr. and Mrs. Stanford's anniversary party last night. And I saw the both of you so I paired the both of you in this project," she explained. "I'm sorry if I trespassed way too much but-" She was trying to cool herself down. I bet my words stung. A lot.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything. I'll agree to have Colton as my partner, I just, okay fine," I finally forfeited the argument.

Ms. Brown sighed in relief, "Thank you."

She dismissed the class shortly after we've done and settled the argument.

"Oh, and Ms. Collins?"

My head turned to the direction from where she is.

"Anger management classes and this is a values class," she said neutraly and patted her skirt.

Wow, okay, so some teachers are really bipolar.

But then I remembered the person who I should blame for making all of this happen.

Colton the devil.

I searched for him and eventually found him on the cafeteria with his friends. The same dates my friends had last night. They were laughing and checking out some girls or should I say sluts who were passing by.

These mutts. They have girlfriends! Except Colton, though, I could care less about him. But those boys, they have girlfriends, which are my best friends, almost my sisters.

"You," I pointed at Colton. "Are dead."

"Chill, princess, you agreed to the project," he chuckled.

"And all of you," I now pointed my finger at the rest of the boys, Steve, Lyndon and Daniel. "Are also dead."

"What did we do?" The boys said in unison.