The Games We Play

Chapter One:

SOOO ... this is my first story. Ahhhhh. Kinda nervous, but oh well. Hope y'all like it !!!!!!!! (;

My mind was racing. I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. I was to worried. Completely distracted. There's to much going on. I really should be paying attention to Peter right now though. Actually it's Mr. Kelly, but he told me to call him Peter, which is actually one of the things that had me distracted.

Yesterday I had detention and Peter, I mean Mr. Kelly, was the teacher in charge. I wasn't mad or anything, because Mr. Kelly is honestly the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I was the only student in detention. I suppose I seemed kinda lonely, because Mr. Kelly started talking to me, and that's when he told me to just call him 'Peter'.

Oh, well I should probably say why I was in detention in the first place. It was complete bullshit, by the way. I was talking to my friend in class and my bitch of a science teacher, Mrs. Stevenson, told me to either be quit and pay attention or take a detention. I love fucking with her so I straight up told her "why Mrs. Stevenson in all honesty I'd very much appreciate a detention." I know 'what was I thinking'. She went all pale in the face, guess she wasn't expecting an answer like that. Well, she told me to see her after class and I'm assuming you're smart enough to figure out the rest.

Back to what happened with Mr. Kelly... Peter. After talking about my classes and my grade in English, that's the class he teaches by the way, he came over and sat in the desk next to me. We started talking about personal things, and he put his hand on my knee. I wasn't to worried about it, but then he looked into my eyes. Oh my, those emerald eyes of his. I swear he stared right through me to the point he could see the poster of the, Scarlet Letter, right behind me. He did this for what seemed a lifetime. Eventually he looked away and in practically a whisper said "Maci, you're a beautiful young lady".

He took his hand off my knee, walked up to the front of the class, sat in his antique brown leather chair, lined with gold buttons. We sat in silence for a moment, then he looked up at me with a wide grin spaced across his face and said "your detention is over, Maci". I knew and of course he knew that I still had about half an hour left, but without questioning I slung my purse on my shoulder, waved bye and walked out the door.

Reminiscing on yesterday's 'scandal' I didn't even hear Peter calling my name. "Maci!" he said in a worried tone.

"Yes, Pe... Mr. Kelly?"

"Are you okey back there?"

"Yes. I'm fine." With that he gave me a smile, quick enough for only me to notice and went on with his lecture about the play we were reading, Hamlet.

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Walking to my locker my bestfriend of about six years, Marissa Sheel, ran into me.

"S'up, Prostitute?"

"Going to my locker," I said in a dull tone.

"Well, aren't you just full of adventure?!" We reached my locker, well ours considering that hers is right next to mine and she'll open hers even if she doesn't need anything.

After putting my books in my locker we walked towards the cafeteria. As always once we opened the doors all eyes were on us. Striding over to the lunch line Maris, and I were greeted about a hundred times. Maris and I are what you'd call the baddest bitches in school. Not like you'd think though. We're not snotty bitches that bully everybody who's lower than us, everybody just likes us. I'm not being cocky either. I've always been popular just because I'm fun to be around and nice the majority of the time.

"I don't know why i even eat this shit!" said Marissa.

"Because you're a fat pig, sweetheart." I told her with a smirk as we sat down at our table.

"Thanks, bitch." she replied glaring at me.

"My pleasure." Our table in retrospect is 'The Table', 'The Cook Kids Table', which ever you prefer. Marissa and I sit on the end across from one an other. Greg Adkin, sits next to Maris. He's the football captain, and Marissa's boyfriend of two years. I swear they fight like wild cats at dinner time, but more or less they're in love. Next to me is Simon Clinton, he's on the football team as well, and down the line is football players, cheerleaders, and just other kids who are considered 'Kings and Queens of Eastmont High' like the rest of us.

"So I how was detention yesterday?" Simon asked stuffing fries down his trap.

"It was just splendid, thanks for asking" I said sarcastically, but honestly it was splendid, but Simon doesn't need to know that and I don't want questions.

Sara O'Sullinvan looked up at me wide eyed and basically screamed at me, "I'm sooooo sorrrry, M. I should have been in detention with you. Honestly, Mrs. Stevenson is such a bitch."

"I think she's past that stage," I smiled at Sara and she started giggling. "But, no it's fine."

Before Sara could say another thing, Simon opened his loud mouth spitting fries every which way and said "It's your dumbass fault. I mean what you said was hilarious, but you had it coming".

I punched him in the shoulder and said "No fuck, Simon." We all started laughing. The rest of lunch we just talked about the big party that was going on tonight and weekend plans.

I threw the remainders of my lunch away and went to my locker before heading to my lat two classes.

My last classes, Photo and History went by like a breeze on a cool spring day. The bell rang and swear everybody let out a sigh of relief.

Unlocking my truck door Maris yelled at me from across the lot, "SIX!" as always I knew what she meant. She'd be at my house at six, so we could get ready for the party.

I yelled back, "YOU GOT IT!" With that I hopped in my truck, started the engine, pulled out of my space and headed towards the direction of my house.