(Edited 7/12/18)
Guess who showed up 10 minutes before first period ended?
Yeah.
Liam. The door swings open and in comes a Liam who not only looks pissed, he's wearing the colors red and purple again.
Ouch.
"You're l—"
"Fuck off." He cuts off the teacher, showing her the middle finger.
This idiot.
"Office. Now." Mrs. Hen yells, her face a deep color of red.
"What the hell happened to him?" Tamara whispers to me and I roll my eyes.
"I've been asking the same question for months." I shake my head, watching their banter.
Last night, Liam asked me to wear one of his jerseys for the big game today. Did I mention he asked me this at 2:30 in the morning. Via text. Wasn't even home.
He fucking texted me.
But there you are, wearing his jersey.
I hate you.
"I said fuck off. Why don't you get off my dick and do your damn job that you suck at anyway: Teaching." A mean glare on his face. The students gasp at his reaction; the boys nodding in approval and the girls fawning.
How is being disrespectful hot?
The teacher gulps, picking up her pen and starts writing again. He plops by me with a groan and I don't spare him a glance.
He knows what he needs to do by now.
"We have a test tomorrow on this lesson, study hard and there's no homework." The bell rings and I loop Tamara's arm through mine, walking to our next period.
We enter the crowded hallway, along with the other students. Everyone still looking at the new girl, Tamara. We almost step into the AP Lit classroom, when a tiny hand grabs my arm and yanks me back into the flood of students. They all part ways for us, traffic going every which way.
I see that it's Sophia that grabbed me and a whole wave of anger passes over me. "Did you just fucking touch me?" Tamara drops her arm from my hold when Sophia's eyes flicker between the two of us.
"I just wanted to say hello to the new girl." She gives a fake smile and I roll my eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry. Maybe I should introduce you two. Tamara, this is Sophia, best friends with Emily and they are both bitches of our grade. Angel, the top bitch of the entire school, isn't here at the moment for reasons that will remain confidential until she comes back and mouths off." I smile tightly.
I didn't mean that.
She glares at me, rolling her eyes and then gives Tamara a once over, smiling.
"Tamara! What a gorgeous name. Cute shoes!" She points at Tamara's leather, pink pumps and squeals.
Ugh. I despise her voice.
"Thank you," She says looking at her from head to toe, in a displeasing manner. I mean look at her. Skimpy skirt that's barely covering her ass, a really tight low neck crop top and she's wearing a push up. Oh my lord.
"Well I just wanted to give you a warm welcome," She smiles, and I have to give her props, her makeup is really good and her teeth are perfect. She's a pretty girl, really, I just wish her attitude was different. "Are you coming to the championship?"
YOU ARE READING
The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
