Mr. Bad Boy and I

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

 Monday morning, Jason picked me up and just two days after the deal I regretted it. I would look like those girls who would do anything to be with him when in reality I didn’t want this.

 He stopped the car outside the office area of school, “Stay inside. I’ll be back in two.”

 I nodded wondering what work he had with the office but I waited; when he came back he seemed annoyed. So I didn’t question him, within seconds we were in the schools parking lot.

 He got off and opened the door for me; I could literally feel everyone stop to stare who his new pet was and everyone gasped as their eyes fell on me. I felt his hands grab mine and tug me away.

 I tightened my grip over the bag I held for I felt I was going to be sick. There was once a time I was one of those watchers. There was once a time I felt bad for the girl with him, there was once a time I wondered if they were actually forced. There was that time I saw people have bad thoughts about the girl and now I know what they will think me off.

 Now I know what it felt to be that girl, forced but not so forced into being here. Being with him, called his.

 Tugging me away he took me to the lockers and stood by me as I took out what I needed. When I was done we walked to his, which ended up in a discussion with his friends. Some eyed me; some welcomed me and most were afraid to speak with me, as they knew I was the principal’s daughter.

 “We have Literature.” He stated as everyone walked off.

 “I do, you aren’t in any class of mine.” I stated.   

 “I changed my classes, I’m in yours from today.” He grinned like he enjoyed this.

 So I wasn’t even going to get to breath in class, we went to class and were given an assignment. Jason sat beside and thankfully he was working, not talking and keeping himself involved with his work.

 That’s when our teacher walked up to my table; I held my breath hoping he wouldn’t say anything of our last encounter. “So you didn’t call.”

 But he had too, “Call?” I tried to act dumb.

 “I gave you my number,” He seemed annoyed by Jason’s presence but he didn’t have a choice since I dodged him every time.

 “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. You are my teacher, stay away.” I gulped trying not to notice the fists that Jason’s hand formed. Trying to hide my hand I kept it on his fist, maybe he’d figure he was one of the people he couldn’t beat up.

 I frankly wouldn’t mind Jason giving Mr. Connor a beating, maybe he would stop flirting with me then, but then Jason would be expelled or in jail and I didn’t want that – at least not because of me.

 “Humph, I guess you like failing.”

 Yes, literature was my only class that I failed and that because no matter how hard I tried and worked on my assignments Mr. Connor always failed me with his number on the second page and a note saying ‘A call for an A grade;)’ And I never called.

 Multiple times I wondered if I should complain, but I stood against it because he was actually a really good teacher. He knew how to do what and somehow everyone in the class got pretty good grades. Just because he flirted with me I couldn’t let his capability pass off this school.

 He walked off and Jason glared at me. “What the fuck was that?”

 “Please let it go doesn’t matter anyway.” I looked down biting my lower lip.