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“You’re a real bitch, you know that, right?”
I grin back at her, no response required.
“Fine,” she groans, “but don’t expect me to do any math. I fucking hate math.”
I hold out my hand for her to shake. “You got yourself a deal, dude.”
Chapter 4
I step through the door of homeroom first thing on Monday morning and find myself coming to an awkward stop, forcing the students behind me to either step around me or wait as I stare at the huge, big ass, jock looking dude sitting in my spot.
I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?
My eyes rake over him, I’ve never seen him before so clearly, he must be new, but my seat on his very first day? Now that’s asking for trouble. This shit needs to be dealt with before he starts to think it’s ok.
Students start looking at me, knowing that shit’s about to go down. They know better than to disrespect me like that. The new guy though, I guess he can be forgiven. It’s not like he knows anything about the hierarchy around here. This time it’s an innocent mistake. If he does it again, there will be hell to pay.
My feet start moving as my eyes take in his features. I can’t help but notice with his golden blonde hair and athletic build how similar he looks to Spencer. They must be related. With that assumption playing in my mind, my wall instantly goes up. If this guy is related to Spencer Jones, then I need to be careful.
As if sensing my stare on him, the new guy’s eyes turn to me. He takes me in with a disinterested sweep of my body. Starting at the top and slowly making his way down to my feet, treating me like a piece of meat that he might or might not want to fuck around with later, only something is missing. I just can’t work it out. I don’t get that creepy vibe that I usually get when a guy looks at me like this. It’s like a key element is missing, but I can’t put my finger on it.
His eyes come back up and meet mine with a raised brow, probably wondering why some chick is glaring at him first thing on a Monday morning. “Ahhh, you need something, babe?” he questions, narrowing his eyes in curiosity.
My mouth opens to put this guy in his place when my name is called across the room. “Henley,” Miss Jamison says with a fake enthusiasm as she cuts me off. I turn my head, taking her in as she gives me a determined look. “I was just thinking how lovely it was for you to offer to show Mr. Jones around school today.”
“I did what?” I grunt.
“That’s right,” she says, indicating to the guy in my seat with a nod of her head. “Aiden Jones, our new transfer. He’s going to need someone to show him the ropes and I thought it was great of you to offer.”
“I don’t know where you got your wires crossed, but I certainly didn’t offer to show Mr. Jockstrap around.”
Snickers are heard around the class before Miss Jamison starts riffling around in her desk drawer. “I thought you might say that,” she murmurs before pulling out two pink detention slips. “These are the detentions you received on Friday afternoon,” she informs me. “Now, I’d be more than willing to…forget about these if you decide that you can be a team player.”
“But…” I whine.
She holds the detention slips out and hovers her hand above the trash. “What’s it going to be, Henley?”
Shit.
That’s two whole detentions that could be gone in the blink of an eye. That’s my lunchtime freedom. How could I possibly say no to that? I let out a heavy sigh and look up to meet Miss Jamison’s eyes. “You know, it’s bad form offering your students bribes.”
She gives me a carefree look before a smile lifts the corner of her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tells me before shaking her hand above the trash and drawing attention back to the detention slips. “The offer will expire in three, two, o-”
“Finnnnne,” I draw out. “I’ll show the guy around, but don’t expect me to be thrilled about it.”
“Noted,” she grins before tearing up the detention slips and dropping the papers into the trash. Fuck, that feels good.
With a sigh, I turn back to my seat. I expect the guy to be somewhat offended, but he stares at me with amusement, confusing the absolute shit out of me. One thing’s for sure though, Miss Jamison called him Aiden Jones, meaning he most definitely is related to Spencer.
I want to jump up and down for being so freaking clever, but then I remind myself that too many people are watching me and I’m not a fucking child in a candy store. I’m supposed to have my game face on, but I momentarily forgot about it.
