The Bad Boy's Girl.

"You'll be toturing Mr. Black till' his grades gets back up." I froze as those words escaped Mr. Jackson's mustached mouth. I can't do that, that's not the plan. The plan was to avoid him for the rest of the year. "No, Mr. Jackson I can't do that" I said confidently, glad I didn't start with my rambling. ''And why is that Ms. Jones" He asked raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, I wonder if he plucks them. I mean they even looked better than mine. Why am I thinking about his eyebrows? Focus Chloe focus. Aaand here comes the word vomit.. "Well you see Mr. Jackson, I'm also failing this class and I can't teach him the wrong stuff, right? Because then you'll have two failing students and that's not good because then we'll both have no job and we'll be living on the streets and I- " "Your lowest grade was a B+ I don't think you're failing Ms. Jones" he cut off. I sighed giving up. ''Fine, I'll do it'' Mr. Jackson smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "That's really appreciated Ms. Jones" I flashed him a fake smile thanking god that he couldn't tell that I had already killed him twice in my head. He walked to the door and opened it, mentioning for someone to come in. "Mr. Black come in" Mr. Jackson smiled nicely. ''That's about fucking time'' My soon to be history partner growled. Oh no. I can't face him, not right now. I looked down at my feet hoping he wouldn't see that it was me. But of course luck is not on my side. "Oh it's the tampon girl" He smirked. I mentally slapped my head. Holy Heaven Biscuit.