Dusty Shelves

English Class

Hey readers,

this is my first ever upload to Wattpad so i hope you like it. i got the idea from a good friend of mine and he asked me to write it for him. i only started writing it like two days ago and i have 20 something pages.

Well, i won't hold you up any longer. Enjoy

Ruby

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"Not now" I whispered in fury to the persistent boy behind me. he had been nudging me since the start of the lesson and he was beginning to become an insistent annoyance.

"Just hand it over" he bugged me. His foot was tapping somewhat nervously on the rear leg of my unstable seat. It was starting to drum in my mind until all I could here was the rhythm beating in my brain; on the shell of my skull.

"I said not now" I warned him finally. I turned to glare at him and show the seriousness of the situation. I looked into his bloodshot eyes and watched as they returned the glare. His eyes were darting around the room nervously and I was worried he would start gathering unwanted attention. I looked down to the arm that was gripped on the back of my chair. His nails were chipped, dirty and bitten down so that the raw skin was exposed. They had obviously been causing some inconvenience as I could see the faint outline of a bandaid; represented by a fury line of fluff that had stuck to the remnants.

I looked back to his persistent glare and opened my mouth as I felt something pull on my shoulder. I was turned forcefully so I was looking back to the front again. I looked up into the eyes of my English teacher, Mr Olsen and gave him a frown. Despite my look of disdain, I was mentally thanking the teacher for pulling me out of my discussion with Cole.

"Mr Jarvis, do you think you and Mr Ashbury can hold you're conversations for until after the class or will the rest of the class have to hear your story as well?" he said and folded his arms. His long sleeved shirt was rolled up to the elbows and revealed his hairy arms that were only inches away from my face. He was frowning and looking down through his small reading glasses that were positioned of the end of his nose. I clenched my jaw and smirked at him.

"Look sir, I know your dying to hear what we're talking about but why would I want to share my conversation with a prick like you?" I questioned him and folded my arms. I saw him turn crimson as his anger built up inside him. He unfolded his arms and clenched his hands into bulging fists at his side. His knuckles turning bone white at the strength of the clench.

"Mr Jarvis, I will not warn you again. Do you want to sit down or is this a matter we'll have to take up with the principle? Because I will not hesitate to get him down here" he said I saw him trying to vent his anger through his words; the rage seeping from every pore.

"Give him a call" I said and put my thumb and pinkie out next to my ear to represent a phone. "I know you have him on speed dial for those lonely nights" I said and grinned. He slammed both hands palm down on my desk and looked me straight in the eyes. I returned his stare and continued this silent stare off for a minute or two. After what seemed like two minutes, I gave him a wink and licked my lips seductively. His eyes bugged out of his head in surprise before flashing to rage and he stood up straight again. This time he made no attempt to hide his annoyance and anger. I grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me up. I was dragged to the front of the room and towards the door and just as I was about to make my leave, I turned back to the class and gave an awkward bow. It was hard to manage with Mr Olsen holding my front. The class was erupting with laughter and a few students whistled. I saw a few of my mates give me a thumbs up as I was forced out of the room.

Mr Olsen was muttering to himself but I wasn't necessarily listening. I looked into the rooms of the classes we passed and gave a wave to a few students. A group of girls in room 8 giggled as I passed and I gave them a wink. This got their hopes u and their giggles increased. They thought they had a chance with me. I honestly didn't have any interest in girls who would throw themselves to any guy and had ignored their urgent pleas in the past to go out with them. I may have had some bad morals but when it came to relationships, I was rather refined. I figured to myself I should wait for the right girl to come along. I had never admitted this to my gang in fear of ridicule. As far as they knew, I was screwing a different girl each week.