The sass is real

Introduction

I walk to the classroom, not really bothering to come up with an excuse as to why I'm late. The teachers can't exactly do anything to me, they wouldn't dare.

I'm the only honours student of my year cohort and quite frankly, this makes me untouchable. Well, to the teachers at least.

The rest of my year group are, quite frankly, insults to the human race. The difference is that although I think negatively of them, I keep to myself. They don't even try to hide their disgust.

I open the door to the classroom and stifle a laugh as I take in the scene before me. Mr Bates in sitting in his chair with headphones practically attached to his head, sighing and attempting to read the magazine in his hand.

Everyone is crowded in the back of the classroom, huddled and laughing obnoxiously. I can hear some of the girls annoying high pitch chatter, gushing and murmuring words that I don't comprehend. Who the fuck uses internet acronyms in real life conversation?!

The teacher notices me in the corner and turns to me, raising an eyebrow at me questioningly. I raise the pink paper in my hand ever so slightly and he nods, humming. He averts his attention to the rest of the class when he hears cheers and hollers coming from the back of the class.

I sigh and roll my eyes, not expecting much else from them. Mr Bates claps his hands although nothing occurs . He huffs, then climbs on top of the table and yells out to the class. I see shuffling and soon enough, all the attention is on Bates.

He turns to me and points to their direction, expecting me to walk over and join them. I oblige regretfully and stop in my tracks when I see a new student standing there. 

He looks about 6'1 with sparkling hazel eyes and messy but still....aesthetically pleasing raven black hair. He wears light washed denim grey jeans and a tight shirt, allowing girls to..check him out, I assume. He looks great but effortlessly so, a look which most guys aim for but fail at so they stick with their "#saggypantsswag".

I hear a loud cough sounding near me, snapping me out of it. I hear sniggers and I blush and drop my eyes instantly, feeling embarrassed when I realize that I was essentially checking him out. Worse still, caught by my fucking classmates. I hear Mr Bates calling my name and I turn to face his smug face, beginning to feel suspicious as to why he looks like he won the fucking Olympics.....

"Ms.Roberts, as punishment for coming late into my class, you must show our new student, Jared around," he says with a smirk on his lips.

I glare at him and telepathically try and change his mind or spontaneously kill him...either one really.

"Sir, I doubt we would be compatible and I'm busy studying either way so I can't really fare well as a tour guide for him. Maybe someone else can" I remark, trying desperately to get him to quit being a stubborn asshole and leave me be!

"Ms.Roberts I'm sure you are busy being an honour student but rejecting an opportunity like us can affect your title as one. I'm not entirely sure but it seems it might if you were to say no...." he smirks.

He did not just go there...he can't possible mean that if I don't help that stupid guy roam the halls and shit, he'll fail me, leaving me as NOT an honour student but as something else. What a dick! He can't possibly do that. He can't fucking force me into helping that dude in order to maintain my title as an honour student..

"Sir, I'm certain that my not doing this won't affect my title as an honour student in the slightest. As powerful as you are as a teacher, I doubt you can do that," venom lacing my words but managing to keep a sickly sweet smile on my face.

He looks speechless for a second and I notice all the students staring intently, listening as to who will win this petty argument. Well if they know me, which they don't, they will know that I never back down...

Bates regains his composure and says tauntingly, "I'm sure that can be arranged."

What the fuck did he just say?! Fuck him! Nothing can ruin my academic record, if I can help it.

He notices my displeasure and remarks smugly, "You don't have a problem with that, Ms Roberts?"

I bite my tongue and shake my head stiffly, not trusting my mouth. I turn around once more and face the new dude, giving him a small nod and moving to my usual spot at the front of the classroom.

Everyone moves to their seats and the new guy walks towards the back of the classroom expecting to sit with the rest of the popular assholes but Bates points at the seat next to me. The new guy looks like he's about to argue but instead turns his heel and sits down next to me. Oh Joy!

I move further away from him as he sits down, uncomfortable with being near a guy. Its not that I've never been near a guy or anything... just that I hate it when I am. They annoy me and just....they piss me off. Everybody pisses me off, in fact.

He chuckles slightly at the movement and shakes his head as he laughs. I glare at him, already feeling the urge to slap him. When he is done and I'm sure I've glared a hole in his head, he turns to me amusedly and breathes out in a deep, morning voice "I'm Jared"

He might've failed to remember but he was in my junior high and while puberty may have changed how we both look, I still remember him. I guess I can't say the same for him...

I nod and mutter "cool" turning back to do my work when he laughs again and whispers suggestively "Its fine, you'll be screaming it out later". I turn to him beet red and he winks and opens his book, starting to read it.

In his fucking dreams! Who the hell says that to someone they meet?! Apparently the jackass next to me..

The bell rings and I gather my things and hurry away, feeling tempted to slap him.

He chases after me and grabs my wrists, keeping me near him in the busy hallway. I turn to him and he laments, "Don't you have to show me around?" making me groan. I walk off and gesture for him to follow me.

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I show him the whole school, ignoring his suggestive comments and general annoyance. He suddenly turns to me, after I assume he grew tired of the awkward silence, and asks if I have any friends.

Who the fuck even asks that?! I try and think of some friends I've had but that is extremely hard...I have acquaintances though

I think

He suddenly shoots me a victorious grin, assuming that I have no friends because of my silence. So what if I don't?! He then stops walking and turns to me and full on checks me out.

Okay, what the actual fuck?!

He looks at me and after awhile he says "You"re not exactly what I'd call hot, not exactly what any seeing guy would call hot actually," taking a moment to chuckle," but I think we can be more than friends. Purely physical though, you're nothing special. Tons of other girls are doing it too."

I stare at him wide eyed, comprehending what he just said.

Before I know it, I've swung my left hand forward slapping him hard. "What the actual fuck Jared?! What is wrong with you?! Did you think just because I don't have friends that I would want to be yours, let alone more than that?! But hey, Physical activity often involves leaving a mark on other, right? Well enjoy the red mark on your cheek, courtesy of me! Oh and try not to get any STD's with your other 'friends' will you!"

I walk away not bothering to turn back and see his expression, but knowing that it probably is anger, surprise and for his sake, realization of how much of an asshole he is.