Falling In Love with Mr. Motherf**ker

Conflicted

The next morning, I woke up well-rested at 5 a.m. As part of my routine, I headed to the kitchen and lit my cigarette. My brother, as always, was already there.

"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" I yelled, and he hissed. "Shut the fuck up!" He buried his head in his hands. "How the hell did I end up in bed last night?" he asked.

"I put you there and stayed with you until you fell asleep," I said, and he just nodded. I extinguished my cigarette and went to my room. I signed the papers Mr. James had given me for my mom. Since she would be away for a few more weeks, I had permission to handle this myself. I had enough money to cover it right away. This boot camp was going to be interesting.

I hopped out of the taxi in front of the main entrance. "CLARA!" I heard Amy's voice. I walked around the corner, hugged her, and lit another cigarette.

"I don't know why you keep calling my name every morning! I know you're either here or in class," I laughed.

"Yeah, right... sooooorry," she stuttered, her gaze fixed on something in the distance. "Put out the cigarette," she hissed, putting out her own.

"Why?" I asked.

"Mr. James is coming!" she pleaded. I rolled my eyes and continued smoking.

"Hey! Blondie! Put out the cigarette and go to class!" I heard his voice directed at an older girl behind me.

"B-b-but they're smoking too!" she protested, pointing at me.

"Yeah, but I'm talking to you. Do you want me to repeat myself?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Motherfucker," she muttered under her breath as she put out her cigarette.

"HEY! I heard that!" I yelled, feeling inexplicably angry.

"Me too," Mr. James added, and the girl ran off to class.

"Good morning, Clara," he greeted me as he approached.

"Morning, Mr. James," I replied, and he winked at me before walking away.

"What was that about?" Amy asked, shocked.

"I don't know. He just said good morning," I said, playing innocent.

"Yeah, right. Only to you and right after telling off that girl," she raised an eyebrow.

"You're imagining things, Amy. Let's go to class," I said, walking away.

The school day went as usual. During lunch break, I remembered I needed to give Mr. James the papers and money. With 15 minutes left, I headed to his office. I knocked on the door, and he opened it. His smile faltered as soon as he saw me.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be visiting me in the office!" he said sternly.

"What's with you? I just brought you the stuff you need for boot camp. I'm leaving now," I laughed.

"Oh, right. Student stuff," he stuttered.

"Man, what's up with you? You're acting weird," I said, concerned.

"Nothing," he replied curtly, and slammed the door shut.

This didn't go as planned. I hadn't even had a plan.

Mark's POV

I need to stay away from this girl. I've known her for two days and I'm already thinking about... Well, fuck no. This wouldn't be good. I swore to myself before starting this career that I would never lay a hand on a student. Now this little arrogant piece of shit bursts into my life and ruins it all. But her smile kept me up all night. I am screwed.