Run

Chapter 8

"I can't believe you almost killed me!" Shantelle whispers from my right.

We are sitting on a four-aside table in Philosophy, pretending to listen to whatever Miss Hall is saying about 'life after death'. Across from me sits Ross and to his left is Jack who is now using his phone to play Flappy bird. A smile escapes my lips as I watch his clear defiance of Miss Hall's 'zero phones in lesson' policy, before turning back to Shantelle. "Oh stop crying. You're alive aren't you?"

"But I almost died! You pushed me!!"

"Oh Please! It was barely a push. The worst you would have done is sprain your ankle so calm your tits."

She gasps loudly, a shocked expression at my choice of words. "My tits are perfectly calm thank you very much!"

"Miss Lee is there a problem?" Miss Hall questions loudly, encouraging the whole class to look in our direction.

I see Ross raise an eyebrow up at me but I give him a sly smile and shrug, propping my elbow on the table and cupping the left side of my face. I turn to Shantelle and extend my smirk, my back turned to Miss Hall. "Yeeaah Shantelle..! Is there a problem?!?!"

She narrows her eyes at me, then turns towards Miss Hall. "No, there's no problem miss"

"Oh! I thought I heard you say something you'd like to share with the class" she says.

Shantelle sighs as if she'd given up on trying to convince her everything was all good, before sliding her hands down the table. Two seconds later I feel the tips of her sharp nails dig into my skin. I jump out of my seat and yell "You fucki-."

I pause and sit back down as I notice the smirk everyone but Miss Hall wears. I try to amend my words instead, a familiar British advert coming to mind. "F-f-funky pigeon dot com! Funky pigeon... dot...com?" I stop, aware that I probably look like a fool especially in front of Jack who I can tell is trying hard not to burst out laughing. At me? Or with me?

"Anything you'd like to share Miss Anderson?"

I shake a no, and rest my head unto the table, hiding my face in my arms. Miss Hall continues with the lesson.

Anything yoooouu'd like to share Miss Hall?" I mumble to myself, my head still in my arms, oblivious to the fact that I was being listened to. "Yooouu'd! Yooouu'd! I continue, pulling a face and exaggerating at her words until I hear the stifles of laughter of those on my desk. "What?" I ask innocently, looking up to see them shielding their mouths in order to hide their laughter.

"Wow!" Jack says when everyone had finished clutching their stomachs. "Never knew you had this rebellious side to you" he finishes mischievously wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"You have a lot yet to learn" I say giving him a little wink.

I go against every fibre in my body, telling me to look away and instead hold eye contact, until finally giving in and allowing my slight blush to seep through when I look back down at my work.

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I walk into maths still thinking about Jack.

His words.

His smile.

His lips.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I give off a sigh as I take my seat. If only I had Shantelle or Ross to get me through this dreaded lesson. I'm tired and it is only second period.

I sigh again as the bell rings for class to begin and I suddenly notice that half of the class is currently missing.

Mr Roberts walks into the room with his typical bored expression on his face. "And where are the rest of my students?" We all look at each other helplessly. "Very well then." he booms. "We shall continue our lesson on Statistics."