Page 7 of Tattooed Love

A small smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, and then quickly disappeared.

“Just get the assignment done, and hand me what I need to read on D day. I don’t have time to deal with teachers breathing down my neck about stupid assignments so just make sure it gets done,” he ordered, pulling out his phone as it vibrated.

He just ordered me. I was gobsmacked for a moment. I watched as he frowned at whatever he was reading.

I let out a soft chuckle.

“Something amusing you?” he asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Depends on what you classify as funny I guess,” I replied softly.

He didn’t respond.

I tapped my finger on the table, while his attention was on his phone.

Taking my eyes off the pinhead, I scanned the classroom; all partners in the room were immersed in discussions with each other.

I watched Linda, one of the cheerleaders, laugh and talk to one of her girlfriends. It looked like she had moved on from the episode this morning, when I had used her hair for an ashtray.

I leaned over to a neighboring desk and took a handful of pencils. No one even noticed, so engrossed were they in their discussion.

I lined the pencil up, aiming at Linda’s head, and flicked it.

It fell short.

Damn.

I lined another one up.

“And what do you find so amusing?” Jackson suddenly quipped.

“Huh?” I replied, bringing my attention back to him. He was still staring at his phone when I shot him a quick glance. My mind snapped back to our previous conversation. “Nothing really,” I replied, closing one eye while I lined up my next hit.

I flicked the pencil and it fell short again.

“Darn.” I muttered.

Jackson pulled up his chair alongside mine and picked up a pencil. “Explain,” he prompted, rolling a pencil in between his fingers.

“I won’t be doing the assignments,” I announced nonchalantly, closing one eye again while taking aim.“You will.”

“Nope. I won’t be. I don’t give a toss whether we pass or fail,” I pointed out, and flicked the pencil. This time it went too far.

Bloody hell, what was wrong with me today?

“Don’t have a very good aim, do you?” Jax teased.

I gave him a pointed look, and flicked the pencils one after the other, willing for one to hit her. As luck would have it, I missed her every time. Pencils littered the floor around her, but she was too slow to even notice.

“Watch and learn little girl,” Jax said,and I watched as the pencil glided through the air and hit Linda square in the back of the head.

“OUCH! What the hell?” she yelled, turning around to glare at me.

A soft chuckle left my lips. “Nice,” I complimented him. Jax smirked and stood up. “I did you a favor, now do the assignments”. In that moment, the bell rang, and he began to make his way out of the classroom.

He didn’t even give me a chance to reply and push the point home. Oh well. I would not be doing the history assignment.

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