Honest Mistake

Chapter 3

Mr. Williams is David Beckham.

Ariel's POV

Just 5 minutes after the bell rings, Kris walks through the door, looking like an idiot.

"Ah, Mr. Wilmo, nice of you to join us. But you're late." Mr. Williams' faced turned serious.

"Yeah." Kris said while taking his seat next to me.

I really hate the fact that Mr. Williams made a seating chart. Kris' cockiness drives me crazy.

He leans in, close to my ear and I swear, I was ready to slap him.

"Catch me up." He whispered.

"Over my dead body." I replied, with an eye roll.

"You little bitch." He snarled. I immediately stomped on his foot.

"Shit!" He exclaimed.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Wilmo?" Mr. Williams asked.

"No." Kris muttered. I started giggling.

"You think that's funny, Ms. Thurlough?", Mr. Williams asked.

"No, sir.", I replied.

Mr. Williams began his lecture again about Numerical Integration. How did Kris even get in this class? I thought. He basically was stupid. The tough ones are actually soft inside. But Kris cannot be soft, he's an evil bitch.

"The answer Ms. Thurlough?"

Answer? What?

"Huh? What did you say?" I asked.

"Detention." Mr. Williams said.

"Detention?" I questioned with a puzzled look.

"Mr. Williams, give her a break. Her mind was obviously somewhere else." Kris interjected.

Why was he defending me? We hate each other. Well, I hate him.

"Since you want to defend her, why don't you join her?" Mr. Williams replied.

"What?!"  Kris and I said at the same time.

"Today, after school."

What the hell is Mr. Williams problem. Neither of us did anything wrong. I couldn't believe how much of a bitch he was being.

The bell rang, and the class was dismissed. I was gathering my things, when I looked up and saw Kris talking to Mr. Williams. What were they talking about? I walked out the class and waited for Kris by the door. After 2 minutes, Kris came out the room with his head down and a puzzled look on his face.

"What happened?" I asked.

He looked up, shocked. I couldn't believe it, Was I actually talking to this bastard?

"Don't worry about it." He muttered, pushing past me and heading down the hall. 

"Thank you." I shouted over the crowd

Kris just kept on walking. Exactly why, I hate him. I've known Kris Wilmo all my life. He wasn't always the "bad boy" he is now. He used to be a gentlemen and a really good friend, well according to my six year old self. But, then his dad left his mom, and he just got this biased attitude about women. No longer a gentleman, but a man whore. Treating every girl he sees as prey and leaving them to be eaten by the flies. That's why I hate Kris Wilmo. I hate him because he doesn't care about women, he is heartless. But then again, he did just show kindness to me. Wait, what the hell?

*

After school, Diana, Ali, and I went to Ms. May's. Our favorite diner. Everyone goes there. It's the place for chilling with friends, escaping reality, and doing homework in peace. All of that with some delicious burgers and fries. 

"How'd it go with Josh?" I shot at Ali,

She huffed, "I told him I needed a break." 

"What? Ali, I thought you were going to talk to me first, before making such a decision."

"I know, but .." Ali began crying. I pulled her into a hug and Diana got her some tissues from the counter. 

"I liked him. I really liked him.." She whispered.

"I know. I know." Diana said. 

Ali let go of me, looked up and wiped her face with the tissue. Mascara streamed down her face.

"The sad part is, he didn't care when I said it. He just shrugged it off and said 'yeah'." Ali croaked.

"I'm so sorry." I filled my voice with sympathy.

"You'll get over him." Diana added.

Ali began to cry again. We sat in our booth for an hour calming her down, afterwards taking her home. After dropping her off, Diana and I went home. In the drive way, there was a police car. That's weird, I thought. What did mom do?

I open the door, to find my mom on top of the kitchen table, under Officer Grant. His ass was in the air, and he was putting his penis inside of my mother. What the hell is this? 

"MOM!" I screamed.

Mom stopped moaning and Officer Grant stopped stroaking. He quickly pulled up his pants, and rushed out the door. I tossed my mom a robe and she chases after him.

I turn to Diana and she just laughs.

"What's funny?!" I asked, still suffering from shock. How can this be funny, she was having sex on a counter top!

"Our mother is having sex. I didn't think her parts still worked." Her words still filled with hints of laughter.

I can't believe that just happened. I hear screams outside, and open the door to find Officer Grant's car moving up and down.  My life is ruined. I will never be able to look at my mother the same again. I slam the door, loud enough for mom to hear, and rush to my room. Maybe a warm shower will take my mind away from this. After my shower, I turn on my computer and began watching Gossip Girl. 

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