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“Kids, the second bell has rung. You’re going to be late for class,” Principal Salisbury announced, bringin’ our stares over to him.
“We were just on our way, Sir. But, you see, Trigger and I just stopped to help Harley with her books,” Jackson lied, smilin’ at me. “Right, Harley?”
“Somethin’ like that,” I replied, smilin’ back. Wantin’ to punch his teeth out.
“That’s very nice of you. Way to set an example for the other students,” Principal Salisbury went on.
“Of course, Sir. We’re always setting the bar high for the rest of the school. Lead by example is what our team stands for,” Jackson added, and I think I threw up in my mouth a little.
How do people not see through his crap? Especially, girls.
He quickly bent down and grabbed all my books, handin’ them back to me with an expression that screamed, ‘I’m better than you.’ Archin’ an eyebrow, he taunted, “Maybe try to work on not being so clumsy, Jameson. These textbooks cost our school a lot of money, and I’d hate for you to get into trouble for destroying school property.”
O-M-G, I’m gonna kill him.
Shiloh intervened, readin’ my mind. She grabbed my notebooks from his hands.
“Thanks for looking out, Jackson.”
“Always here to help, Shiloh.”
Jackson’s butt buddy didn’t waste any time, smilin’ and noddin’ over to Shiloh in that Trigger Reed sort of way. The one that made girls blush, swoon, and melt all at once.
Bigger barf.
“Maybe we’ll see you around this weekend,” he flirted, winkin’ at her.
Ummm… no, we hate you.
“Probably not,” she bit, makin’ me smile at him. I held back on givin’ him the stank face cuz it would only get me in trouble.
Trigger bumped into Jackson’s arm in some bro code kind of way, and I gripped onto Shiloh’s elbow and rushed us into our classroom before I said somethin’ I regretted.
I was about to take my seat next to her desk, but Jackson tripped me. Again. Almost knockin’ my books out of my hands. Again.
From behind me, he whispered into my ear, “What did I tell you about watching where you’re going, baby girl?” He was standin’ too close to my back, and I could feel his hatred for me pourin’ out of him. It was stingin’ a hole into my body.
On reflex, I elbowed him in his ribs, but he blocked it and slapped my butt.
“Bad girl.”
“You fresh pig—”
“Hush up, Harley.” He tugged me closer to his chest with his fingers gripping my hip. His lips were now brushin’ against my ear. “The teacher is watching. Don’t get us in trouble cuz you can’t control that short Jameson fuse.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Are you going to cry?”
“Never.”
“Maybe next time.”
“Keep dreamin’, turd munch.”
I turned to look at him, but he moved away and went to his desk in the back of the classroom.
Nothin’ was worse than endin’ my Friday to his Rudolph face.
