Unintentional

Amy POV

Hump day already; Wednesday. I quickly have breakfast and decide to take a walk to school this morning. The school isn't far away, nothing is. I meet Chuck, and we chat aimlessly on our way to school.

"So, tell me about Avery," he says.

"Well, I'll be better able to do so after classes today. We will meet at 6."

"Look at you! Just got here, and you got yourself a date already. Just so you know, Avery isn't gay."

Grinning, I say, "many claimed they weren't...until me."

He shakes his head, laughing.

"Ha, not everyone will be so stupid to get mixed up with you. Anyways, good luck with Avery."

I elbow him.

"Hush about that. Tell me about practice. I'm glad that you could get me on the female team. Thank you."

I am now a part of the female basketball team. All credit goes to Chuck. He is such a great team player that his words were golden when it came to him talking to the coach about me.

"It's nothing. You are a great player, and the team can use people like us."

He thumps his chest. This guy always wants to be seen as so macho. He already is. I don't know why he tries so hard.

He adds, "I do have one piece of information that is very crucial. Ms. Wade helps with the female team. She isn't necessarily a coach, but she loves the sport, so she is always with the female head coach."

I knit my brows at him.

"Why is this crucial information?"

"Who you think you're fooling? I see the way you were looking at her. Make that the entire class saw how you looked at her. No doubt she is eye candy, but you're straight up creepy with it."

I am just laughing my ass off. I am sure it is not quite like that.

"You are way too dramatic with it. It is nothing like that. I like what I see when I look at her. If I wanted to, even Ms. Wade, I could charm."

He laughs so hard at this point.

"In your dreams, Amy! In your dreams! She is way out of your league."

I just want to end this conversation so I don't hit back with any smart comment.
As we are walking in the school yard, I am making a mental note to see if I can charm Ms. Wade. I can play with her mind just as I do any other female. I'm entering a bet with myself. I want to test my charms on her.

The first period is English. Just my luck. Ms. Wade enters, and she is looking so edible. She is wearing a skin fitting, three-quartered sleeves, V-neck top, tucked into grey long pants, and flats. Her hair is in a bun today.

She is settling in at her desk, like the students are. I just sit and stare at her. In the midst of my staring, I feel something hit the back of my head. A piece of rolled up paper. As soon as I look back, I see Rhonda grinning.

Ms. Wade probably saw the look on my face as I stood. I am making my way full force to the back of the room when I hear her.

"Amy, sit."

She is so firm in her voice. I will not stop. This bitch will get what's coming to her now.

"AMY. SIT. DOWN. NOW."

Ms. Wade's voice echoes across the room. Everything goes deathly silent. I turn fuming, and I don't care at this point.

"Did you not see what that bitch did to me? Or are you fucking blind?"

Without missing a beat, Ms. Wade stands from behind her desk.

"Report to detention after classes. I will not accept that kind of language in my classroom."

I know I am wrong to speak to her like that, but I am mad. I kick my desk and sit. I immediately put my head down on my desk. I do not want to be bothered for the rest of this class.