Don't Do It

S i x : Impulse

•Jake's POV•

After exiting the Spanish classroom, I immediately go to my locker and throw my bag inside it. I look at my smartwatch and see that there's still fifty minutes before recess.

Fifty minutes that I can turn into a good time.

I hear a door creak, and spin around and see Tori coming out of the girl's bathroom, five metres away from me, texting. She doesn't see me standing in the hallway. "Tori!" I holler. She looks up and stops typing, her face blank.

An idea suddenly pops into my head, making me grin in a lopsided manner. "Come here, sweetie." I motion for her to come near me with my left hand.

Ambivalent, she scrunches up her face in confusion and tilts her head to the side, her short hair hanging over her shoulder. She's undeniably cute. "Why?"

I roll my eyes and deadpan, fixing my black leather jacket, reminding myself that time is ticking. "Are you questioning my authority? 'Cause I'd advise you not to do that."

"Okay, fine. I'll come." she sighs unwillingly, defeated. Sashaying as though she's on a catwalk, she places a hand on her hip, her other hand still clutching on to her phone.

I have to refrain from rolling my eyes to the back of my head again. "What can I do for you, Jake?" Tori inquires, smiling half-heartedly. It's blatant I interrupted her oh-so important conversation with someone through the phone.

But she'll just have to wait. I mean, nothing is more important than me.

"I need you to do me a favour, doll face." I retort with a raspy undertone.

"What's up with the nicknames?"

"That doesn't matter. So will you help me or not?" Looking at her with smouldering eyes, I subtly bite my bottom lip to make it look like I'm desperate so that she'll feel obliged to help me. I know it's gonna work; it always does.

She scrutinises my face for a minute before finally giving in. "Sure, I'll help you. That doesn't mean you don't owe me, though."

See, I was right. My charming face never fails me.

"Fiesty now, aren't we, sugar?"

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•Arianna's POV•

A hard knock on the door disrupts our Spanish lesson.

Everyone's eyes instantly find their way to the door, since we're all expecting it to be Jake. It's not.

It's kind of stupid for us to think that he would come back and apologise for his behaviour. Bad boys never admit their mistakes.

"Yes?" Mrs Russo says, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Instead, there's a girl who I've seen before with the popular crowd, but I don't really know her. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, Mrs Russo," the girl replies sweetly, "but Mrs Jacobs needs to see Arianna Mitchell urgently."

Everyone's curious eyes fall on me. "Arianna, you're needed. Don't be gone too long." I slowly get up from my seat, gulping nervously, and meander to the door. "Yes, ma'am." I mutter before leaving.

I follow the girl in silence, although I realise that she's walking in the opposite direction of where Mrs Jacobs' classroom is located. I start panicking.

It's as though she can read my mind, because she says, "I hope you don't mind if I show you something first."

I let out a breath of relief that I didn't even know I was holding in. "Of course I don't mind."