It Started With A T-Shirt

Chapter 7: The A Team

Cameron's POV

I woke up to the devil himself- my alarm clock. I glance to my side to see my phone lying on my bed. Sometime last night it died, ending my call between Ashton. I smile at the thought of him.

In fact, my smile doesn't stop while I'm showering, brushing my teeth, braiding my hair, putting on clothes, getting into my car, and pulling into school.

It does fade, however, when I realize I'm late for my first class.

I walk in and my teacher glares at me, "Ms. Charles, you're late."

     "Really? I had no idea." I reply sarcastically, causing her to frown even more.

     "Take a seat." She says through gritted teeth.

     "I think I'd rather stand." I reply and the class snickers.

      "Ms. Charles." The teacher warns.

      "Yes? Did I say something wrong?" I ask innocently.

     She sighs, "If you aren't go into to sit, then tell me why you're late?"

     "I tripped on a banana peel in the hallway," I deadpan, the class laughs before I continue, "don't you know anything about High School students? Apparently throwing fruit out of buildings, windows, or slamming them on the ground is a fun thing to do. Low and behold, I fell straight on my butt because some smarta** dropped his banana peel on the ground like this is some 1950's comedy."

     The class bursts out laughing and the teacher tells me to go to detention, a scowl on her face.

     "Someone's got their panties in a wad. Is it because Mr. Jenkins bailed on you last night when you were supposed to have sex?" I ask just loud enough for the class to hear, her face goes bright red with embarrassment and rage. There's been a rumor going around that Mr. Jenkins has been doing it with Ms. Loveless, so I used that to my advantage.

"OUT. NOW." She yells, pointed a stiff finger at the door.

"Gladly." I solute to the class before quickly scurrying to the detention room.

I walk in and notice the teacher is asleep at his desk, snoring loudly.

Glancing around I notice three devilishly handsome boys sitting at the back of the room, playing finger football.

Ashton flicks the paper football through James's fingers and they both whisper yell "Goal!" While Tyler sits near them on his phone.

I roll my eyes at their childishness, "The last time I played that game was in 8th grade." I say, bringing their attention to me.

"Well look who it is, my favorite cupcake." Ashton smirks.

"How original." I say.

"You know, if I had said that last night you would have laughed your a** off." His smirk grows.

"Same goes for you." I was too busy trying not to blush to come up with any good comebacks.

"Can you two quit your lovers quarrel and get a room already?" Tyler asks annoyed, not glancing up from his phone.

"I'm pretty sure I heard something like that in Stranger Things." I say.

"I think we should go somewhere else though." Ashton gives me a mischievous smirk before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room.

"I don't think I would like to do it today. Especially not with you." I say as he pulls me through the empty hallways.

He chuckles, "You have a dirty mind."