Page 45 of Tattooed Love

“God this is boring,” I mumbled, glancing at the clock “I’m not sitting here for another hour and a half, listening to drool.”

The boy and girl began their speech again, and to me, now was as good a time as any to get kicked out.

“Mr Woods?” I rudely screamed across the classroom. I saw the vein in his temple throb.

“Amber, remain quiet.”

“I can’t.”

Mr Woods slammed the clipboard down on the desk and turned his full attention to me “Why?”

“Because what I am hearing is completely and utterly boring.”

“That’s it. Get out and go to the Principal’s office now!”

Smiling, I got up from my seat, noticing Jackson’s smug look. “Jackson dared me to say it,” I fired in Mr Woods’s direction. If I was going down, he was coming with me.

Mr Wood turned his attention to Jax.

“Don’t bring me into this!” Jackson shot up at me.

“Well Jackson, you can join Amber. Get out, both of you, now.”

Smiling, I walked to the front of the class, with Jax grumbling behindme. Walking past the couple, I brought my hand back and slapped it down on the pieces of paper the boy was holding.

I smiled proudly as I watched the papers float down to the ground, scattering everywhere. “Oops, clumsy old me,” I smiled innocently.

I continued walking, ignoring their empty threats.

“You’re a real brat, you know that?” Jackson scoffed as we walked out into the empty corridor, slamming the door closed behind him.

“I got you out of class, didn’t I?” I said as I shot him a grin over my shoulder. “You should be thanking me.”

“Yeah, now we get to wait out the rest of the period in the café,” he shot back at me.

I rolled me eyes. “Screw that, let’s go.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” I turned to face him, frowning. “You want to go to the rest of your classes?”

Jackson gave me a blank look, like I was beyond stupid. “It’s part of my parole,” he informed me.

I couldn’t help the grin that was beginning to spread across my face. “Did you do something naughty?”

“Shut up.”

He began to storm away from me with his hands in his pockets.

“So you are like, on school arrest?” I asked, pushing for more information.

He didn’t answer.

“Ok well, I have an idea,” I said lightly, trying to keep pace with him. “I am sick, and you have to take me home.”

Jackson scoffed, “Did you have to think about that one?”

Crossing my arms, I replied, “It’s better than your ideas, like always.”

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