"Today is Friday." He announced cheerfully placing a breakfast in front of me, I laughed. "Thanks."
I started eating. "Are you going to the football game?" He asked. I shrugged. "Not really my cup of tea." I explained. "What is your cup of tea?" He laughed.
I finished up eating."You." I said. He smiled and kissed me. I got dressed in tight jeans and a low cut t.
"You've got to be kidding me." He said. "What?"
"The jeans are far to tight and I can see almost all the way down our shirt."
"And..."
"And?! I don't want you running around like my skank!" He yelled.
"What do you own me?!" I shouted.
"If I did you wouldn't see the light of day! Especially dressed like that!" He spat.
"What's the difference, you won't let me leave like this anyway!"
Angry he huffed knowing I was right.
"I'm outta here." I grabbed my bag and stormed out. I drove myself home and changed into my sluttiest dress code pusher I had. Short school girl skirt hikes up the white button up shirt, barely buttoned and fishnets. I put on red lip stick to match the skirt and threw on a loose black tie.
My outfit shouted 'bitch stop me now'. I drove to school with my new found confidence and watched boys take interest on my way to first hour I got various make-out requests. Today was gonna be good.
My first hour teacher didn't seem to be minding it he even was enjoying it. Then he asked be to stay after.
"That's an interesting outfit." he said walking around me. "Your boyfriend must be happy." He hinted. "Oh, no we actually had a fight this morning." I informed him. "Ah, so you would say your over..." He poked.
"No, but this conversation is." I said leaving. Mycroft was furious, but he knew it was technically it was okay...
"The answers 21." I said. "Why don't we give someone else a try... You're not always right." Mycroft shot. "Is it not 21?" I questioned. "It is, but your wrong." he said. "How if I got the answer?"
"Your not always right."
"Are you?"
"No, but I am for the most part."
"So your not always right either."
The bell rung interrupting our bicker.
