hard to get

Chapter 3

"Morning" I opened up a conversation, pulling out a wooden stool from behind the granite table, sitting down peacefully as my legs were fixed on either side, swaying occasionally.

"Morning pumpkin" My dad greeted, but was overpowered by the annoyed groan coming from no other than my grandmother as she stood up, plopping a bowl of fruit salad down in front of me.

"Eat" was the only thing she said before she returned to her previous location.

Obeying her command, I stabbed a piece of watermelon, before placing it in my mouth. Beginning a conversation with my dad soon afterwards.

"By the way dad, I'm going to a friend's house after school today, I'll get a ride home afterwards" I informed him.

His expression metamorphosed into a serious one as he questioned, "Guy or girl?"

"Guy, but don't worry, I know how to defend myself, I learned from the best" I smiled at him, which somewhat eased his nerves.

"Slut" My grandmother remarked harshly, slowly sipping on her freshly made chamomile tea, not even attempting to hide the death stare she was throwing at me.

Isn't that stuff supposed to calm you down?

And when did she make that?

There are so many things that I don't know about that woman...

"Anyway.. do you need a ride to school today Alex?" My dad checked, breaking up the intense starting competition I was having with my grandmother.

Dammit I was about to win!

"Yes please" I responded politely, slowly diverting my attention away from my grandmother's grim face, to his cheerful one.

"Let's go then, you don't want to be late" he rushed me.

"I'm coming too!" My grandmother blurted out, throwing on some more lipstick, as well as her favorite pair of heels.

"Since when do you volunteeringly drop me off?" I questioned raising an eyebrow for emphasis.

"Oh so because I'm old I'm suddenly banned from having fun?" Her words challenged me, the ' innocent ' smile on her dry lips mocking me.

"I just thought that you had enough fun last night, but my bad. Who was it this time? Randy? Brian?" My words had a toll on her.

Nothing wrong with a little competition, it's what keeps us from killing each other everyday.

"Okay let's wrap it up here cause I have a meeting in ten minutes and Alex has school" my dad stood between us, acting like a barrier.

"Fine" I huffed before exiting the door waiting for the others.

We claw at each other's throats all the time for fun, but at the end of the day it's just the three of us, since the 'incident' with my so called mother.

"Bye" I waved my dad and grandmother, exiting the vehicle shortly after, closing the door behind me. I watched them drive off a bit before turning around, and walking away.

Unfortunately I was only capable of taking a few steps before being greeted by the arms that were becoming more and more familiar.

"Morning babe" Derek greeted sweetly, head buried in the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning the sensitive skin causing me to shiver slightly at the sensation.

"Morning shithead" I gathered my breath shakily.

He chuckled softly before asking "Where did that nickname come from?"

"Just reminds me of you" I smiled satisfied with my response.

"Stop the car!" I heard a holler in the distance and immediately identified it as my grandmother's.

Great.

She slightly stumbled out of car trying to fix up her lock of short, curly, white hair, and reapplying some lipstick.

Wait a second, isn't that mine?

She walked up to us, pushing me out of her way, and directed her focus to the unsuspecting Derek.

Well this should be good.

"Well hello" she said in a flirty voice, stepping a bit closer to him, Derek's reaction was the opposite as he took a step back.

"Hi" he said timidly, not wanting to mess up, or upset her in any way, so that no further attention would be drawn.

"How old are you?" She asked, tracing a finger up and down his bicep.

Okay, things are getting cringier by the second.

"17" he replied simply.

"You're 18 now" she corrected him. " Friday 7pm" she told him before walking away.

I attempted to stifle my laughter, but ended up laughing uncontrollably, tears falling from my eyes, and my feet becoming too weak to hold up my weight.

"Ha ha very funny" he mocked.

"Agreed" I captured my bottom lip between my teeth to control the laughter that once again attempted to escape.

"Don't bite your lip like that babe, it does things to me" he smirked pulling down on chin gently in order to release it from the death grip.

"Come on, let's go to English" I forced him, grabbing his arm, and practically dragging him to the classroom, a groan of disapproval following.

Still can't believe he has a date with my grandmother.

We arrived in the large classroom only a few minutes before the bell rang, and took the two seats located in the back.

Why we sat in the back?

Because Derek proclaimed that it's the best place for him to get his beauty sleep, so I told him that it wasn't working, and he was kind enough to grace me with his middle finger.

Shithead.

Moments later, a man who appeared to be in his early twenties arrived, and stood in front of us in the middle of the classroom, and immediately, as if under some kind of spell, the attention seekers began twirling their hair with their fingers, biting their lips suggestively, and winking.

Amateurs.

"Good morning class, to those of you who don't know, I'm your English teacher, Mr. Dickenson" he introduced himself and I couldn't prevent the slight, immature chuckle that evacuated my lips.

Oops.

He instantly turned his head in my direction, and flashed a golden smile, which I returned automatically.

I shifted my focus to Derek, who to my surprise had been glaring at him intensely, burning holes into the back of the oblivious teacher.

Since when is he so possessive?

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