All Lights On Us

C5: Bonnie and Clyde

We arrive at school in a black jeep wrangler. I'm curious to know just how much money Bishop has, but now is not the time to question him on his drug money. It's also not time to tell him the jeep wrangler is my dream vehicle. In black.

My throat feels like it's closing up. I think about what Bishop can even do and start to relax. He can't do anything with out ruining his and his team's image. My anxiety spikes up again when I think about arriving at school with Bishop for the first time. 

I pray that the bullies stay away. It would be so embarrassing if Bishop had to witness me in that situation. Especially because of how heated I get.  

He walks around to my side of the door and opens it for me. I hop out, sans any books because we didn't have time to stop at my place. 

"Thank you kind sir," I joke and press my elbow into his ribs.

He yelps and steps away, looking at me like I'm crazy. He shakes his head when I smile innocently and offers me a small forced smile. He drapes his arm over my shoulders and walks quickly up the stairs and to my first class. 

He presses a kiss to my lips and says he'll be back to walk me to my next class. I roll my eyes but agree and find my seat. 

"Oh, Klara?" Mr. Wallas stands and slowly makes his way to me. "Could you be in charge of the water tank after school today?" 

My jaw clenches but my head nods.

"Oh great, Klara. Thank you. You're a good kid, you know that right?" He pats my head.

"I'm eighteen." I grumble under my breath. 

The entire day is a repeat of Bishop escorting me to class and picking me up. He eat lunch with his friends because Mr. Wallas asked me to assist him in grading tests. He can't see all that well. 

Relief poured over me once more when it hit me that Mr. Wallas asked me to bring the water tank to the field, which means there's football practice. Which also means, Bishop didn't rush us to school to cause a scene, but to make sure he didn't miss practice. 

He heads to the change room and I head to the female's change room to fill the tank. I beat the boys to the field and sit down to watch as my man and Micheal storm outside. Storm?!

Well, Micheal looks more like a clown trying to calm the bull. I giggle at that before the seriousness of the situation hits me full force. 

I stand and make my way over to them. 

"Dude, if you fight, you could get kicked off the team. Your whole future? Gone. Think it through. He's just late, it's nothing to be angry over." Micheal tries to reason with a pacing Bishop. He's really sexy in his gear.

"What's going on?" Bishop glances at me but doesn't say anything. "Micheal?"

Micheal scratches his head and looks between us. Ah, he doesn't know. "Oh, hey Klara. It's nothing. Our captain just gets mad when one of us is late to practice."

"Let me guess, Brandon?" By the look in Micheal's eye, I got it bang on. 

The rest of the boys start to file out of the school and onto the field. I grab Bishop's jersey to stop his pacing. His shoulder pads get in my way but I'm able to work around them to slam my lips onto his. Bishop finally stops.

He wraps his arms his arms around to lift me for easier access. 

"Oh shit," Micheal claims and the rest of the team whistles and calls out.

Once we're out of breath, we both break away. "Put me down you brute."

He sets me down and I look at him with sad eyes.