Authors: Isabelle Rae
Amy tried to help when she could, coming with me to run her
errands, making herself late for classes too. The whole time she was ranting
out little plans of revenge and payback. Her favourite one by far wouldn’t be
easy to pull off, for one thing, where would you even find the Batmobile and
midgets with horns anyway?
We headed for the back row in Will’s class. I ignored Olly
shooting me a small scowl as we walked past him, he still wasn’t talking to me,
but I just couldn’t bring myself to feel bad about it, he was the one that
forced the breakup by being a possessive jerk, not me.
Will smiled as the bell rang, signalling the beginning of
class. His eyes scanned the room for a couple of seconds, looking a little
confused and that got me curious. I looked around the students, trying to see
what had him so confused, only to see that Erika wasn’t here. I smiled weakly
to myself. Maybe there is a God after all and she was going to leave Will
alone, skip his class and still get the pass. One could only hope.
Everything was going smoothly. I tried my best to
concentrate on what he was saying and not the way he was saying it. I took
notes; I even understood some of what he was saying, which would please Nick
immensely. Fifteen minutes into the class the door opened, and everyone turned
to watch Erika saunter in with a smirk on her face.
I groaned.
Maybe it isn’t going to be that easy for Will
after all!
“Miss Dennison, you’re late! Do you have a late slip?” Will
asked, frowning at her angrily. I winced. I’d have to tell him to ease up on
the death glares otherwise people might get suspicious; he shouldn’t really
look at a student that way.
Erika smiled and waved her hand dismissively, ignoring his
comment and just headed to a free desk, immediately pulling out her iPod,
making a show of putting it on. My mouth dropped open in shock.
Will marched over to her desk and held out his hand. “That’s
now confiscated. You can pick it up from the office at the end of next week,”
he growled.
Wow, he really needs to ease up on the anger!
She laughed, not turning it off, raising one eyebrow at him
innocently. “I don’t think so, do you, Mr Morris?” she purred, fluttering her
eyelashes.
“Turn it off now!” Will ordered, shaking his hand for it
again. The whole class was watching him, and I felt sick. Why was she doing
this? He was giving her the pass, I was running around after her at her beck
and call, and she still felt the need to push him in front of his students?
She smiled and slowly pulled the earphones from her ear,
making a show of winding the wire up around it, knowing that all eyes were on
her. “You can take it for the lesson, but I’ll want it back for the weekend. I
don’t think it’s right that you can confiscate something over a weekend. Maybe
I should the matter up with the Principal?” she suggested, smiling sweetly at
him.
His shoulders stiffened, and his eyes flicked to me. I
nodded quickly, encouraging him to just agree and give it back at the end of
his class so that she wouldn’t cause more trouble. His frown deepened and his
jaw clenched as his eyes moved back to her. “Fine, you can get it back at the
end of the lesson. I suppose it’s a little unfair for me to deprive you of it
for the weekend,” he forced out, speaking through his teeth.
I relaxed. Just another half an hour and the class would be
over, and then I would be free of her and her ridiculous demands. Well, until I
needed to go and muck out her horses anyway.
He turned and walked back to his desk, shoving her iPod in
one of his drawers and slamming it shut forcefully. “Let’s just get on with the
lesson,” he snapped angrily. Half of the class groaned because he was now in a
sour mood, which probably meant more homework being piled on tonight.
The rest of the lesson passed without incident. Erika didn’t
push him or say anything wrong, but she just sat there filing her nails the
whole time, not even pretending to listen. I could tell by Will’s angry
expression that he wouldn’t be putting up with much of her crap, which didn’t
bode well for our situation at all.
When the bell rang I deliberately packed my books slowly,
making sure Erika left the room before I did. I couldn’t get her comment out of
my head about her ‘giving him a try’. What if she decided she wanted to
blackmail him into kissing her or something? I knew I was being more than a
little pathetic though, that was one thing I knew Will wouldn’t do. He would
rather quit his job. I still lingered behind her though, making sure she stayed
the hell away from my man.
She sauntered up to him, holding out a manicured hand for
her iPod, a satisfied smile on her lips. He didn’t say anything, just dropped
it into her hand, his whole body tense and stressed. I longed to rub my hands
over his shoulders and massage some of that tension away for him. I’d need to
wait until Saturday night for that though.
As soon as she was out of the room, Amy and I walked out
too, I dropped a little note onto Will’s desk on the way past. I hadn’t written
anything on there, just drew a smiley face, hoping it would cheer him up a
little. He smiled weakly at me, and I made a mental note to call him as soon as
I was off of school grounds so he could get the anger out of his system. He
obviously needed to rant about her or something.
I linked my arm through Amy’s as we walked to the lockers.
“So, you seeing Ryan this weekend?” I asked, wanting a little bit of normality
for a change, today had been crazy.
She nodded, grinning happily. “Yeah, I’m bringing him over
to meet my parents this weekend,” she said excitedly.
I put on a fake smile to cover up the jealously I felt
because I couldn’t do that with my boyfriend. I didn’t realise just how much I
was going to miss the small things in a relationship. “That’s great. He’ll do
great with your parents. Your mom will really like him,” I said, nodding
enthusiastically.
She sighed dreamily and nodded. “He does great with
everything.”
From the corner of my eye I saw him walking up the hallway
towards us. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” I quoted, nodding at him.
She squealed and threw herself at him as soon as he was close enough. I laughed
and rolled my eyes. “See you two lovebirds later. Call me and let me know how
it went,” I said, making a hasty retreat to the front doors before they started
making out in front of me like lovesick puppies.
As I walked out of the building, I saw Sam’s car parked in
the drop off, no parking zone at the front of the school. He was leaning
against the side of his car, his face tilted up towards the sky, his eyes
closed, obviously enjoying the sunshine. It was times like this that I wished I
had a glass of water or something else that I could throw at him.
I walked up and jabbed my finger into his ribs, making him
jump and look at me shocked. “Oh, hey,” he chirped, grinning happily.
“Hey, Sam-bo,” I replied, laughing as he tried to grab me.
He hated that new nickname. I laughed and dodged his hands, pushing them away
from me, laughing. “Sorry! Sorry, just quit it!” I squealed.
He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Stop with the whole, Sam-bo
thing, Chlo-blow,” he said, smirking at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he
just laughed, pulling me into a hug. When he let go he looked around the
quickly emptying parking lot. “So, where’s the girl I need to seduce?” he
asked, raising one eyebrow, obviously liking the challenge.
I smiled sadly. “I think she left already. It’s okay, that
wouldn’t work anyway.” I shrugged.
He pursed his lips and nodded. “It’s okay, I have a better
plan anyway,” he informed me, waggling his eyebrows.
I felt the excitement build up inside that he had a plan. I
silently prayed it wasn’t along the lines of Amy’s: Let’s dig a hole, push her
in and throw in a pack of wild dogs, plan that she suggested earlier. “Oh
yeah?” I prompted, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue and
tell me his genius idea that was going to save the day.
He nodded. “We just need to wait until the right time, then
I’ll fix everything for you and my brother,” he said confidently. His eyes were
still raking over the parking lot and school grounds. I stood there silently at
his side, just waiting for whatever he was looking for to show up, not really
having a clue what was going on in his brain. Sam really was strange at times.
After a couple of minutes, his eyes lit up, and he stood
straighter. “Who are they?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the school
building.
I frowned and glanced in the direction he nodded. I got even
more confused when I saw who it was that was walking towards us from the main
building. “That’s Mr Young and Mr Bentley. Why?”
He grinned at me wickedly, his eyes playful. “You can thank
me later,” he said quietly.
Thank him? What on earth…
He grabbed me, pulling me towards him and crushed my body
against his. Before I even had time to decipher what he was doing, his lips
crashed against mine, kissing me forcefully.
I whimpered against his lips and put my hands on his chest
trying to push him off of me. He turned me quickly so his back was to the
approaching teachers, his lips left mine, and I opened my mouth to shout at
him, but he spoke first, “Shh, I’m saving your ass!” he whispered, kissing me
again before I could respond.
He pulled me closer to him and I had no idea what on earth
he was doing. Sam pinned me against his chest as he continued to kiss me
forcefully. I shook my head slightly, and he pulled out of the kiss, his eyes
still playful, a smirk on his lips.
“Oh so that’s what he sees in you,” he mused. I stomped on
his foot, which just made him laugh. He finally let me go and just as I was
about to shout at him and punch him in the arm, he turned to the two teachers
who were now only a few feet in front of us.
Oh great, on top of everything
now I’m going to get detention for PDA on school grounds!
Sam smiled at
them and slipped his arm around my shoulder. “Oops, sorry. My bad. You’re not
going to give my girlfriend detention, are you?” he asked, pulling an adorable
pouting face to the annoyed looking teachers.
Girlfriend? What the heck is going on in that pea brain
of his?
Mr Young frowned. “You shouldn’t be doing this on school
grounds, Chloe. I suggest you leave that kind of thing for a less public
place.”
I gulped and nodded. I was so going to kill Sam for this,
but that was nothing compared to how pissed off Will was going to be that his
brother had just kissed me. I felt a little satisfied smirk creep onto my lips
when I thought about that.
Serves him right, stupid jerk!
“Yes, Sir. Sorry,” I muttered weakly.
Sam smiled and stepped forward. “I take it that you’re a
teacher at my girlfriend’s school?” he asked, smiling politely.
Mr Young nodded. “I am.”
Sam’s smile grew more pronounced, and I got even more
confused. He looked so proud of himself for some reason, but I just didn’t get
it. “Okay great. I was just wondering if I could go in and speak to my brother.
I know I’m not a student at the school so I was wondering if I needed a
visitors badge or something so I could go to his classroom? It’s important,”
Sam said, giving him the ‘little boy lost’ look.
Mr Young frowned, looking just as confused as I was. “You’re
brother? Is he a student here? I’m sure he’ll be out in a minute,” he answered,
shaking his head.
Sam shook his head. “No, my brother’s a teacher here. Will
Morris. I really need to speak to him about something real quick. Do you think
I could have my girlfriend show me the way to his classroom? We could stop by
the office and get a visitors pass if we need one…” he trailed off, looking
thoughtful.
Mr Young’s eyes flicked to me, and I worked hard to keep the
confusion off of my face. Sam had just lied and told a teacher that I was
dating Will’s brother. How exactly would this help? Had Sam completely lost the
plot?
Mr Young looked back to Sam. “You’re Will’s brother?” he
asked, looking a little taken aback.
Sam nodded. “Yep, he got the brains, and I got the looks.”
I snorted at that comment; Will unquestionably got both in
my opinion.
Mr Young smiled at the comment. “I didn’t realise that Will
even had a brother. And you’re dating one of his students? That must a little
awkward,” he mused.
Sam shrugged. “It’s not my problem. They seem to cope with
it okay though. You get on quite well with my brother, don’t you, Chloe-blow?
We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now, so I guess they’ve had
time to get used to it. Right, Foxy?” Sam lied, smirking at me.
“Yep, Sam-bo,” I replied, grinning as his arm tightened on
my shoulders, crushing me against the side of his body. He really hated me
calling him that.
Mr Young nodded, looking a little taken aback. “I can’t see
a problem with you going into the school. Visitors are supposed to sign in
though, so if you could just pop to the office first and sign in. Tell them
that Mr Young said it was all right for you to come in for a few minutes.”
Sam was grinning proudly, but I still couldn’t see how this
would help.
Maybe I’m just being dumb?
“Great, and it’s nice to meet
you, Mr Young, Will’s mentioned you before,” he said nodding and turning on the
charm. “I’m Sam by the way.”
Mr Young smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you too. Go on in
then,” he suggested, nodding at the front doors. Sam’s arm tightened on my
shoulder as he led me towards the building.
I elbowed him in the ribs as soon as we were out of earshot.
“What the hell was that? You know your brothers gonna kick your ass for kissing
me!” I hissed.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “He won’t, I’ve just saved
your asses. Now you have two teachers to witness that you’re dating a teacher’s
brother. Who the hell is gonna believe one stupid student over three teachers?
No one.” He smirked at me. “I’ll take that thanks now.”