*Nash's POV*
-The next day at 730am-
"Nash Grier," The teacher announces my name and from the corner of the room I lift my head off the desk and look at her.
"Barrett's office." She says simply.
'Nothing new' is what I assume she was thinking.
I shove my notebook into my bag, swing it over my shoulder and begin to walk out of the room. I'd bet my life on it that every person in that room was staring me down as I left.
"Nash," Ms. Costa repeats right as I begin to walk through the doorway.
I lazily turn my head, and just look at her without uttering a word. I know she hates me, why bother trying to please her?
"Hood off. Now." She spits through her gritted teeth.
I can't help but to chuckle a little as I swipe the hood off my head and leave the door wide open behind me. Whispers and quiet murmurs begin to fade as I make it further down the hall.
When I reach Barrett's office, there's already a group of kids in there who seem like there in for it. One of them is Jack Dail. His seat is smack down in the middle, right in front of Barrett's desk. Next to him is a girl with long brown hair, down to her ass by the looks of it. Pretty sure I saw her yesterday with Dail, headed for the student parking lot doors. If you're gunna skip, don't get caught dumbasses. Barrett's clearly talking to more then just those too, but I guess I won't find out until I walk in.
"-and I don't know why you tho- Grier," Barrett stops mid sentence and turns his head towards me. His eyes look like they might pop out of his head.
"Waddupp Barrett?" I smirk and throw my bag onto the floor before taking the last open seat near the wall.
"Nash," he speaks slowly and clearly aggravated. "Come back to my office in 15 minutes."
"15 minutes? No. You called me down now Barrett, so I think I'll just sit here." Now my smirk is a full blown smile, I've sat back in my chair and nicely folded my hands onto my lap.
He's gunna lose his shit in about 2 seconds and I can't wait to see it. It's basically become an every day routine for the both of us.
"Nash, will you please excuse me while I speak to these students. You can wait in the main office for me and I'll call you down when I'm ready. Thank you." His tone is anything but relaxed, he is clearly trying to hold back but he won't last much longer.
"That's it?" I sit up straight and lean forward. "C'mon Barrett!" I finally stand to my feet, and move closer to his desk.
I gently place my hands on his desk, lean in and speak like a little school girl telling her best friend a secret.
"Kick me out. Scream at me.. I'm sure you use to it." The words make my throat hurt and I can see that Barrett is seeing what I'm doing- I'm getting under his skin like a parasite that doesn't kill you, but tortures you.
"Get the hell out of my office, Nash." he says sternly.
My grin overpowers me, I couldn't hide it if I wanted to. I keep my hands planted on his desk a moment longer, holding eye contact and he doesn't dare look away. I smoothly turn around, look at the terrified students planted in front of his desk. None of them even thought of looking at me. None of them except for that brown haired girl with the small fragile hands and big brown eyes. I stood there for a moment, I couldn't help but look at her.
"Go." Barrett's voice sounding like a cannon about to explode.
I look back at him before quickly turning away and sliding my hands across the wall.
"See ya soon, Barrett." I walk out of his office and head downstairs to the French room.
I walk into the crowded classroom, desks are filled with students turned in every which direction talking to each other. I let the door slam behind me and the rooms falls into a puddle of silence.
"Nash," Mme Doucet says calmly and basically hands me a warm welcoming smile.
When the students realize it's only me coming for my daily chat with Mme, they carry out to their pointless conversations. Mme waves her hand, signaling me to come over to her desk. I walk over and sit on the corner of her desk, pushing a stack of papers to the other side of her disorganized desk. She continues her work, grading papers I assume.
"So you actually decided to be a teacher today and do some work?" I tease her.
"I usually don't see you until after lunch, what are you doing here at first period? isn't it your nap time?" she laughs at her own joke a little and continues to scribble down notes in red ink.
"Nap time got interrupted by a phone call to the douchebag's office." I spit.
"Cut it out." she places down her pen and sits back in her seat. "I have no problem with you coming to see me when you need to talk, but I need you to keep the profanity to a minimum."
I nod my head and run my fingers through my hair.
"Why did Barrett want to see you?" she continues and I shrug.
"Where's your bag?" She questions.
"His office." I answer simply.
"So you went in his office and didn't speak to him?" confusion shines on her wrinkled face.
"There were students in there. Getting yelled at for skipping. I told him I wanted to speak now and he acted all calm and shit for show in front of the students so I proceeded to instigate and create a fight. He ended up getting pissy, just like I wanted. So I smiled and left." I explain.
"So you don't know what he wants?" she asks.
"No clue. he's gunna call me back down when he's done." I avoid eye contact and play with the inside of my pockets.
"Do they know your in my class?" she holds a motherly look of concern and stays calm.
"I would be surprised if he didn't. He's an asshole and my mother does nothing but allow him to keep tabs on me like a watch dog. I fucking hate him." now infuriated, I look back up at her.
"Mouth!," she slams her hand on the table and a few students look over. "I know he's not your favorite person, but he's your stepfather and you have to respect him."
