Hi guys! It's been a long time since I wrote anything but I wanted to give writing a go! Please take the time to give this story a chance! Thank you, Tayl x
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The lights were switched back on causing all 30 pupils of the class to groan as their eyes began adjusting to the change in light. I, however, sat in my seat at the back of the class stone faced as ever. I looked around the dull room and watched as groups of girls giggled together and gossiped either about who looked 'disgusting' on that particular day or about who had made fools of themselves at the latest party they had attended. There's another reason I didn't feel the need to make a big effort to make friends, not girl friends anyway, who wants to spend their time mocking other people and genuinely being a bitch? Definitely not me, that's for sure.
"So, after watching that video I hope you now have a general understanding of how the body of a woman works to produce and keep a baby in the womb until birth. If you still do not understand, then you have ultimately wasted my time and shouldn't expect me to feel any sort of emotion for you when it comes to you sitting exams and failing." Mr Brown spoke, hushing the class to silence. He was always such a happy and cheerful man, always content on helping you in furthering your education. Sense the sarcasm. In all honesty, he was probably one of my favourite teachers due to the fact that he would not take shit off anybody, and I mean anybody.
He picked up a whiteboard pen and flipped open a text book, he scanned over the page although I'm surprised he could see considering the thickness of the rims of his black glasses. I opened my own text book which would explain to me in detail how a woman's cervix dilates during child birth, I know, sickly just thinking about it. Just then I heard a slight bang and the sound of a sharp smash occur just outside the door, we all looked up to see Jacob Adams stood with his brown hair ruffled and a rucksack slung loosely over his shoulder whilst he held a hand to his forehead as he stumbled into the classroom, 30 minutes late may I add. I looked behind him to see he had knocked over a cloak rack upon entrance.
"Adams, what brilliant and imaginative excuse do you have for us today as to why you are late?" My Brown asked, clearly intrigued to know what Jacob could muster up in that mind of his. It was always something new, every Thursday, 4th period. Biology was not a lesson he enjoyed; everybody knew that, hence the reason he always turned up late and got kicked out within the first ten minutes! I'd never really liked Jacob, I've only ever had two conversations with him and I can tell you they were nothing short of annoying. It was more annoying because no matter how much you try to dislike him because of his womanizing ways, you cant help but look at his chocolate eyes and think about how he is most definitely the best looking boy at Mayflower High School.
"Slept in and I've still got a banging headache from last night. Walking head first in to that fucking door didn't help neither" He explained in such a casual tone. Who speaks like that to a teacher? I was soon reminded just why I didn't like this boy, scratch that, despised him. He had only joined the school a few months back after he was moved here from North England. Apparently he used to be somewhere quiet and secluded, everything that London isn't. His posture was slouched as he dragged his feet to his usual seat.
"Jacob I would very much appreciate it if you didn't address me as though I was one of your hooded mates that hang around on that rugged little estate of yours." Mr Brown raised his voice slightly, clearly irritated by the little respect that was given to him by this 'bad ass' who thought he was Gods gift. Far from it.
"Yeah, well those "hooded mates" could be here within the next ten minutes to kick shit into you and that new car youv'e got, mate. So don't try speaking to me as if I'm an imbecile, get me?" He retaliated, sticking up for his gang friends. I don't see why though, they only use Jacob because he can fight well and he isn't afraid of anyone or anything. He always appears with new bruising's and cut lips. And how do I know this? Just because I live opposite him on our estate, trust me, the estate really isn't that bad...it's just the small minority of boys that make it in to world war bloody 3.
Mr Brown physically stiffened as Jacob pushed his chair back which made an ear piercing screech that echoed the room and walked towards him taking slow tantalizing steps. The whole class was watching in anticipation, nobody uttering a word. He towered over Mr Brown at 6"1, this was clear when they became toe to toe and Jacob was staring at him as if he could hit him then and there.
"You know not everybody's scared of you, don't you?" I spoke suddenly. I had a sudden surge of courage in myself but once the words were out there and I had the full attention of every person in that room I instantly regretted it. Big mistake Charlie, big stupid mistake. Jacobs dark features were now set on me, it felt as if he was looking straight through me and there was nothing I could say or do to help the situation, I felt completely and utterly frozen. The group of girls whom I completely despised for being...well, themselves, looked at me and smirked. They knew what was coming and so did I. Jacob wouldn't have anybody talk down to him.
He forgot about the middle of the confrontation he was in with Mr Brown and took the few short steps it took before reaching the opposite side of my desk that I was on. He placed both hands on the table and leaned forward. My palms grew clammy and my breath hitched in my throat as I stared back into those mind boggling eyes that captured every girl in this school. Not that I was one of those girls, I was quiet, got on with my work and purely wanted to focus on myself.
"I know who you are, Charlie Summers. And trust me, you should be damn scared." He hissed through clenched teeth, I looked into his burning eyes and realized he was deadly serious.
Great, I had made an enemy of the Bad Boy.
