Broken

Caught

I just ignored him.

“So ignoring me?” He said.  I almost looked over at him, but I knew that it would put a smirk on his face.
I felt something hit the side of my head and jumped. I looked over at jack, with a smirk he held a bunch of little erasers in his hand.

“What the flying fudge was that for?” I whispered not wanting to get caught talking in class.

“Oh, good girl has a potty mouth.” He said not so quietly.

A few people looked over at us with annoyed faces. I sent them apologetic looks. They rolled their eyes and turned away. I sighed and gave my work my full attention.

I felt another eraser hit me. Cursing at myself for giving in, I turned to jack.

“What?”

“I wanna know what the hell is wrong with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you know, you almost died and then just walked away like nothing happened. Now I am tough, but fuck. I couldn’t just walk away.”

I just shrugged.

“Ugh,” I swear I heard him cuss. “What the hell is wrong with you.”

“I don’t see how-“

“Mrs. McCarthy, Mr. Colton, is there something you two would like to share with the class.”

“No ma’am-“

“Yes-“ We started at the same time.

I looked over at jack.

“Well you see, justice over here was saying how much of a bore this class was, and I was telling her that she should be quite because it was rude.”

“I did not say that.” I frantically yelled.

“Justice, it’s against the bible to lie.” He said as I looked at him with a death glare.

“Im surprised you would know that.” I said.

“Brat.” He said.

“Pig.”

“Bitch.” He spat.

“Man-whore.” I spat back.

By that time everyone had gone quite. I looked around; they all had their mouths hanging open, intensely at us. I blushed and turned to look back at jack, whose face was priceless. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.