The Bad Boy's Wise Girl

"Manwhore babe." B.B.

Chapter 3

My eyes threatened to close as Mr. Tarrin droned on about physics and stuff. I know, I'm such a stereotypical rebellious student, but I honestly didn't give a fuck about this class. Or any class, besides maybe P.E., but even then I only liked that class during spring because then we were swimming. 

I kicked out my legs on the desk in front of me and stretched out my arms. I could've reached the desk behind me but a scrawny, hispanic kid sat there and he was kind of annoying so I didn't want to give him any excuse to talk to me.

Suddenly, the entire class had their eyes on me including Mr. Tarrin. He looked at me expectantly like I was supposed to do something. What the fuck?

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed. Why was everyone looking at me?

"Hello, Mr. Jackson." Mr. Tarrin said, "did you hear what I asked?" Oh shit.

"Sorry, Phil but there are more important things than teacher questions." I sighed lazily.

"Like what?" I knew I was pushing it by calling him by his first name already, but this dude pisses me off.

"Dead-ass anything."

His eyes widened as he stared at me in shock. Big deal. I wonder how much he cusses outside of school?

"Perseus Jackson. You will not use that language in this classroom!" He snapped. Man, I wish he was one of those chill teachers. The dude was only in his twenties but he had the personality of a 78-year-old war veteran.

No offense to 78-year-old war veterans.

"Oh shit, sorry. Oh fuck, I did it again, huh?" I threw up my hands in defeat, "You got me, Phil. I can't stop."

He gave me a hard stare to which I blew him a flying kiss and winked. He groaned and looked like he was resisting the urge to throw me out the window (I wouldn't mind though, I'd be out of this dumbass's class). I saw him scribble something down on a small slip of paper and toss it on my desk. Oh great job, Percy.

I read the slip as hard as I could, even though I knew what it said already. Thank god I've had my fair share of detention slips, or else my dyslexia wouldn't be able to help at all.

"Detention Slip For: Perseus Jackson.

Reason: Inappropriate behavior and language during class."

I liked Mr. Tarrin's handwriting. It was big but neat, helpful for me to read. Even though it wasn't anything good he was writing.

All eyes, including mine, shot out at the girl who barged into class. I looked at the clock, 8:15–she's not that late.

Wait, sorry–9:15. Class started an hour and a half ago.

The blonde, curly-haired girl ran frantically to Mr. Tarrin, muttering apologies and excuses as to why she was late. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Tarrin. You see, I was with Piper Mclean after my brothers tried to pull a prank on me and it was really difficult to fix then on the road there was a huge blockage-"

He sighed like, "Why is this my life?" and turned towards her. "Just sit down Ms. Chase. I'll see you in detention today." He then sat down to do some grading, muttering things under his breath about 'annoying students' and 'spicy mayo sauce'. I didn't understand what the latter was, but he's a weird ass dude.

The late girl, "Ms. Chase", looked around the room for a seat and saw the only available one was right next to me. I raised an eyebrow as she and I made eye contact and she froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights. I almost felt bad for her.

I knew who this, "Ms. Chase", was. Hell, I've gone to school with her for the past six years since middle school. Annabeth Chase didn't sit next to rebellious kids who didn't give a fuck about school in the back of the room, she sat in the front with head in her books and occasionally peaked out of them to answer a question. In other words:

She was a geek. A smart-ass geek.

"Well, well, well," I said tauntingly as she reluctantly placed her bags down next to me, "If it isn't Annabeth Chase."

She rested her chin on her hand and looked at me, "Percy, I've literally seen you every day for the past how long? This isn't anything new."

"Um, yes it is," I rolled my eyes, "I haven't seen my best friend in how long?" I was basically mocking her, but I was being partly truthful. We used to hang out quite a bit, but we just mutually drifted. Nothing really bad.

"Yeah, because you turned into a whore." Okay, maybe to her it was kind of bad, but for me it was great!

"Manwhore, babe."

"Oh, fantastic." She reached into her bag and for a second, I thought she was going to pull out something memorable from the past we had together but she just pulled out her physics book. 

That was just offensive. 

"So..." I started off, not wanting to actually do any work, "You were pretty late to school today, huh."

She looked up at me and back into her book. I dramatically sighed, "Wow, she cuts me off in eighth grade and now she won't even talk to me in physics."

I heard crinkling and looked back at her, she was unwrapping a blueberry Dum Dum lollipop. "Tough luck, cream puff." She didn't even look up from her book as she popped it into her mouth. 

"Ugh." I grunted and turned away. She really is such a geek. She won't even talk to me and I genuinely have no idea why, and it bothered me a lot. Most girls just fall at my knees but with Annabeth, she never did that even in sixth grade.

Her fierce, gray eyes simply looked at me and instead decided physics was something worth paying attention to.

What the fuck even is physics? It's like science and math combined, and they're already individually shitty. Combine them and they're shitty times two. Shitty-shitty.

A whole shitty squared.

Whatever. Maybe in detention I'll show her I'm more fascinating than some shitty physics stuff. She'll see I'm worth her time.