The Teacher's Pet

Let me give you a hint: it's not one of her students!

** Excerpt**

I get up and move to get the chocolate croissant I had almost forgotten. Or I would have, had the jerk not snatched it up first. He looked down on me daring me to say something.

"Hey, that's mine. I paid for it!"

He looked at me for a moment and the spilled food on the floor. The McDonald's bag had also spilled on the floor and two Big Mac's and large fries littered the floor. I think someone even stepped on my food.

"Think of it as an apology," he says before passing me on his way out. "Besides," he says over his shoulder. "With all that food on the floor, I think you'll be fine without it...fatass."

Excuse me? I fist my hands and feel my eye twitching in annoyance. This bastard. I reach for the Big Mac on the floor and aim right at his head. The burger flew out of my hand and landed on his back with a satisfying squelch and slid down his expensive suit.

He stops.

"My bad," I say in a sweet, innocent voice. "I was aiming for my mouth but it seems I've hit the asshole, instead." I smirk, so proud of myself.

I look to my left and notice a bag with a chocolate croissant. It has my name on it.

Oh shit. **

Poor Mercy can't catch a break. With her ex boyfriend and father continuously trying to contact her, she can't find some peace of mind. Don't forget the stepbitch, I mean mom, who is old enough to be her sister. Fortunately, she gets accepted to teach at a top notch private academy in Los Angeles (or a fancy shmancy high school as her friends like to call it). Finally, things seem to be falling into place for her, until she meets Liam Walker. And you can bet your fancy panties that he's going to give her a run for her money.

And who exactly is Liam Walker? Well, he's the guy you don't want to piss off. And he's exactly the person Mercy pissed off.

⚠Warning⚠ This is my first time writing. It's like a draft before the draft. Please don't throw me to the wolves.