Going Nowhere

Troublemaker - 1

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For those of you who have been following me for a while, I used to have this story up and I was working on it for a bit until I decided to discontinue it because I was not passionate really for the project. But, I decided to reupload all 6 chapters that I wrote here for y'all!

Excuse the mistakes

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I would like to clear something up right now.

I’m not a bad kid.

I’m just a little mischievous.

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You’re going to get expelled for this, Bridget.

I shushed my inner common sense, which was the norm with me, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Adam should’ve texted me ten minutes ago, and I was starting to get impatient. Knowing Adam, he’d probably got lost on the way to the school he’d barely graduated last year.

However, just as I went to slip my phone back into my pocket and give up on him, it buzzed. I grinned as I read the text, and then my hand shot straight into the air.

My chemistry teacher, Mr. Grant, sighed and asked, “What is it, Miss West?”

“May I go to the bathroom?” I asked sweetly, and Mr. Grant rolled his eyes.

“You went at the beginning of class,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this an emergency? Class will be over in seven minutes.”

“Mr. Grant,” I said, making myself look as innocent as possible, “Would I disrupt your intriguing lecture on covalent bonds if it wasn’t an emergency?”

Mr. Grant pursed his lips, but after a moment, he sighed and pointed to the door. “Make it quick,” he commanded, and I nodded quickly. I jumped up from my chair and slung my backpack over my shoulder, since I wouldn’t be returning to class. I hurried from the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

It was only three weeks into my junior year, and Mr. Grant, as with a couple of my other teachers, had already had enough of me. I didn’t have a bad attitude or any of that, but I wasn’t the most obedient student in the world. Sometimes, following directions was just really boring.

I walked briskly down the hallway until I came to the water fountain just before the staircase. This was the meeting point that my friends and I had decided on, and I was the first one there.

I tapped my palm against my thigh impatiently, and I glanced down the hallway. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I saw Casey bounce into view. I put my hand on my hip and arched an eyebrow as my best friend approached.

“Sorry,” Casey said with a shrug, obviously reading my annoyed body language, “Ms. Bates wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom, so I had to pretty much announce to my entire class that my Aunt Flow was visiting so that she would let me leave.”

“Are you on your period?” I asked, taking a wary step back. When Casey was surfing the crimson flow, she was like the spawn of Satan. I loved the girl dearly, but I was not about to step into the line of fire.

“Nope,” Casey quipped, smirking, “But Ms. Bates doesn’t know that.”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of feet echoing in the vacant hallway, and Casey and I both looked to the right, and we found Garrett, our other accomplice and Casey’s boyfriend, pretty much sprinting towards us.

“Sorry guys,” he breathed, coming to a skidding stop, “My phone was on silent, so I just saw Adam’s text.” He wrapped his arm around Casey’s shoulder and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.