Page 13 of Tattooed Love

I heard Jax chuckle.

“Don’t worry babe, I will get your homework for you,” he said smoothly.

I rolled my eyes. He wanted to talk dirty? Perhaps no one told him that if he played with fire, he was going to get burnt.

“I think you should be more concerned about where your balls are,” I said loudly.

There were a few soft chuckles from the class.

“Now, Amber!” Mr Woods yelled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Principal’s office,” I muttered as I walked towards the door.

I was sure Principal Pike wouldn’t be happy to see me. I think he leaves me sitting in the hallway on purpose. Apparently, my smart Alec remarks give him a ‘headache.’ Personally, I think any head that large would give someone a headache by virtue of the sheer weight of it.

I couldn’t help but smile a little when the door slammed behind me.

I looked back down at the clock. It had only taken ten minutes to be kicked out. That was a record, even for me.

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I slammed the front door as hard as I could.

After history class, the day had just gone from bad to worse, with me being put on a behavior watch by the principal. I ended up having to eat lunch by myself, and then afternoon classes totally sucked, and, to top it all off, I had to walk home because I missed the bus. It was fair to state that I was in a shitty mood.

“Amber!” My dad hollered from the dining room.

I was so late because I walked home, that I hadn’t even noticed the fact that it was tea time.

I stormed into the dining room.

“What?” I said in a bored tone. There better be a bloody good reason for him to have called me in here.

I noticed Jax sitting, eating at the table.

How lovely. Jax gets a nice hot tea and a snack, and I get blisters on my feet. Fuck, I hate karma.

Oh, how I would love to take that fork and attack his…

“Are you going to join us for tea?” Dad interrupted my, well… evil plans.

“Hello. No.” I answered quickly.

Dad frowned.

What? I didn’t feel like eating in front of THAT.

“Fine, bed then,” he ordered.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the dining room.

There was close to no chance that I would be going to bed right now.Dad should’ve known by now I didn’t listen. I had listened this morning about not driving, but I think that was about to change.

What was the worst that could happen? I’d get pulled over, and again, lose my license.

I didn’t need an early night.

I needed drinks and conversation.

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