Baby I'm A Sinner

Chapter 2

Noah rolled his eyes and started walking around the desks to get to his seat. When he passed me he didn’t even look down at me, but the smell of nicotine on him was unmistakable.

“Now that y’all are finally here I’m gonna start with a basic revision and test your knowledge. But I don’t doubt that you know more than I do.”

He turned around and took out a large cucumber and a pudding out of his bag.

“I forgot to bring real toys this time so I had to steal from the teacher’s lounge.” Mr. James explained and everyone started laughing.

He then started explaining the basics of s*x; what went where and who did what-like we didn’t know. When the lesson eventually came to an end he Mr. James started going by every desk to hand out condoms.

“Everyone take one, maybe even more. I don’t want to see any of you carrying around infants in nine months.”

“Do I have to get one if I’m a lesbian?” a girl asked.

“Yes y’all have to take one, end of discussion. Before everyone leaves I need a note from each one of you in the basket right here with a topic you’d like us to talk about next time. Class dismissed.”

I thought about it for a moment before I quickly scribbled down a topic and dropped it in the small basket on my way out of the class.

“How cool is our new s*x Ed teacher?” Carly laughed as we walked down the now crowded hallway.

“He’s my favorite one as of now.” Jamie decided and opened his locker to get his Spanish stuff out.

“Okay so we’ll meet after school by the bleachers yeah?” Emma asked me and I nodded.

“Does it start at three pm sharp? Because I have to see about that magazine thing with Harry.”


“No, it’s at fifteen past three.” Jamie clarified.

“Okay, see you then. And good luck.”

“Thanks bitch.”

I smiled and watched them walk away before I got my own chemistry stuff out of the locker, just as the bell rang.

The chemistry lab was on the first floor, which meant that I had to make a mad dash to class if I didn’t want to be late.

I started running but it didn’t take long until I bumped into someone right around the corner. I stumbled back, almost falling on my arse.

When I stared up at the person, my heart dropped to my stomach because, just my luck, it was Noah. Instead of it being a really cute movie scene moment, he was staring at me with an angry expression.

“Watch where the f**k you’re going.” He said, dusting himself off as if I had some kind of infection.

The fact that he was literally a seven or eight inches taller than me didn’t help me at all.

“Um, sorry.”

“Whatever. Get out of my way.”

I moved quickly to the side and he rolled his eyes as he walked past me. I stared at him walk away, and couldn’t help but show him the middle finger, even though he couldn’t really see me.

Besides the task of getting through my senior year alive I now had to avoid Noah Hudson at all costs, because he was a stuck up asshole and I didn’t want anything to do with him.

***

I met up with Harry after last period by the cafeteria so we could walk together to the meeting for the school magazine. I was a bit nervous because I’d never been a part of any club before, due to the fact that I had severe anxiety whenever I had to socialize with people that I didn’t know.

“Do you know Zack?” Harry asked as we walked together.

“Um, you could say that. I mean, I’m not like, good friends with him, but we get along.”

“So you think he’ll let us in the club?”

“Probably.”

The club was on the second floor, right next to the library. Harry knocked on the door and opened it. I followed him inside, to see a blonde girl with glasses sitting at one of the desks with a Ben & Jerry’s tub in her hand. There was another blonde boy laughing at something Carly was saying. I didn’t know she was in the club too.

The three of them looked up at me and I awkwardly smiled, turning my head to look at Harry, urging him to say something; anything.

“Uh, hi? We’d like to um-join the club? If that’s possible.”

Carly smiled and the blonde girl stood up.

“I’m Amy.” She came over to us and shook our hands as we introduced ourselves.

“That over there is Max and that is Carly. Zack’s the chief editor but he’s got football try outs.”

After they explained how everything worked, Harry decided that he could do the photographs with Amy and I was assigned to make the weekly interviews. Which, by the way, completely freaked me out because that meant I had to socialize with people who meant something to this school.

“Does anyone read the magazine anyway?” Harry asked when we were about to leave.

“Of course. It’s not like those cliché movies where people don’t read the magazine.” Amy laughed. “Don’t you guys want to hang out here for a bit?”

“Um, I actually promised a friend of ours we’d go and see him trying out for the football team. Tomorrow though.” I answered and Amy nodded.

Harry and I left the room with smiles on our faces.

“You’re coming with me to watch the tryouts right?” I asked and he nodded, smiling and showing off his dimples. We walked to the pitch while talking about the new teachers and I decided that I really liked Harry as a friend because he was funny (in his own way).

His phone beeped at some point and he told me that he had something to take care of, but he’ll meet me in the bleachers.

When I got to the football pitch I already spotted Emma sitting in the first row, waving me over.

“Finally!” she exclaimed. “They’re starting soon.”

I sat down and placed my backpack at my feet. I could see coach Adams walking out of the locker rooms, followed by the team and the boys who were planning on trying out. The cheerleaders didn’t come out though, since their try outs were taking place in the gym.

“EVERYBODY LINE UP!” coach Adams yelled and blew into his whistle. The boys dressed in normal gym clothes lined up in front of the coach (Jake included), and the ones dressed in proper football equipment stood beside him.

I recognized Noah, Liam, Zack and the Black brothers dressed in their football kit and there were two other boys I only new by their faces.

“Aren’t there supposed to be more players?” I asked Emma.

“The back ups didn’t come. They’re only starting the training tomorrow.”

“Do you think Jake will make the team?”

“He better be, so he’ll get us in the cool parties this year. I’ll literally cut off his balls if he doesn’t.”

I laughed and she shot me a serious look.

“Hey, I’m just remembering something. What did Mr. James mean when he said that Noah was the reason he got the job? Didn’t Ms. Lancaster quit?”

“She did quit, but not because she wanted to. Jake said that principal Brooks caught them f*****g in detention on the last day of school so he made her quit. So it wouldn’t get on the news probably.” She answered.

Oh my God. I’d never thought Ms. Lancaster would do such a thing. I mean, she was attractive but she was a teacher, for God’s sake.

When the coach blew into his whistle my train of thought was interrupted. He started calling everyone’s name to check who was present.

“JAKE MACQUEEN! ZACHARY MACQUEEN! LUCAS TATCHER!”

There was no answer for Lucas Tatcher, which made the coach go crazy.

“WHERE THE f**k IS TATCHER?” he yelled and turned to Noah, repeating the question to him.

“I don’t know Sir-“

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW I-“

“I’m here coach, sorry! Got a bit…caught up with stuff.”

“It shouldn’t happen again or you can kiss the co-captain title goodbye.”

“Oh my God.” Emma whispered and I turned my head to look at her, confused.

“What?”

“Lucas has a semi! He was definitely fooling around with his girlfriend before this.” she snickered and I looked back at Lucas, to see that he indeed have a semi tent in his football shorts. His neck was red and he seemed to be breathing heavily even though they hadn’t even started yet.

“This is gold.” Emma laughed.

“What is?”

We turned our heads to see Harry coming towards us with a big smile on his face. He sat down next to me and let his bag fall at his feet.

“Lucas fooled around before coming to tryouts.”

“What?” Harry asked, eyes widening.

“Her girlfriend must’ve sucked him off or something, look at his pants.”

“Oh.” Harry said and looked towards the pitch.

The tryouts seemed pretty easy from where we were standing but they were apparently much more difficult that they seemed because by the end of them, everyone was heavily panting and cursing.

“Results will be up tomorrow ladies, you did a decent job today.” Coach muttered and blew his whistle to announce the end of it.

Jake jogged towards us, hair sticking to his forehead and literally drenched in sweat.

“How was I?” he asked.

“You stink.” I told him.

“You were okay, decent.” Emma replied and he rolled his eyes.

“You mean flawless. And by the way, did you guys see the way Lucas’ ass bounced in those shorts?”

Harry’s cheeks turned read and Emma nodded, before opening up the subject of Lucas Tatcher’s backside.

I thought that Harry having a crush on Lucas was pretty cute, even though I’d never thought he was attracted to boys. Maybe he wasn’t and I was just imagining everything.

Right?

***

“DANIELLE!” my mother yelled from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes. “WHAT?”

“DINNER IS READY!”

“I’M NOT HUNGRY!”

“DINNER IS READY!” she repeated and I groaned before I slammed my laptop shut. There was no way I would get out of having dinner with my family because it was the first day of school, so it was a must.

I hated it because we had to tell how our day went and it was usually either Jade or Chris; no one was interested in what I had to say because my life was boring.

“You didn’t even set the table?” I exclaimed when I got downstairs.

I absolutely hated it when my mother would call me down to dinner, just to discover that the table wasn’t even set.

“You’re helping. You can’t stay on your ass all day locked up in your room.”

I rolled my eyes and went over to the cupboard to get the plates out. Jade was helping too and Chris was just talking about himself instead of actually lending a hand.

When we finally sat down for dinner-we were having spaghetti, my mom opened up the school subject:

“So how was first day of school? And Uni?”

“I joined the school magazine.” I muttered, knowing that she didn’t care anyway.

“Oh. That’s…great.” She said and once again, I was a disappointment to her.

I’d gotten used to it.

“I’m officially a cheerleader!” Jade jumped in, and I kid you not, my mother looked at her like a child on Christmas.

“That is amazing! I’m so proud of you! You need to show me your uniform! See, Danielle? You could’ve tried out for a spot on the team too. They accept thicker girls, don’t they?”

My stomach dropped and Jade looked at me, but didn’t say anything.

“What about you Chris?” my dad asked, changing the subject.

“Our professors are really cool, at least the ones that I saw today.”

“How’s Ellie? You should invited her to dinner sometime.”

“She just got installed in her dorm but she can come this weekend.”

“She lives in a dorm?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to live with her parents anymore.”

“And why don’t you want to go and live in a dorm too?” I asked him, annoyed. The reason why he didn’t want to escape this place and go live in a dorm with a roommate was beyond me. I’d take absolutely any opportunity to get out I were him to be honest.

“Danielle! We’re happy that he still wants to live with us!” my mother interjected.

“Well as soon as I finish high school, I’m out of here.” I mumbled.

“That is if you get into a proper University.”

“Oh I’m sure I will. Or maybe I should try out for the cheerleading team, that will definitely get me into a good University rather than journalism.” I said sarcastically.

“Danielle!” my mother exclaimed, her fork falling against the plate in shock. Oh, get the f**k over it.

“What?”

“Go to your room.”

“You think that’s an actual punishment? I’m happy to go to my room!”

I let the cutlery fall next to my plate, happy that I didn’t even get to actually eat, before I stomped out of the kitchen.

Ha, she thought that sending me to my room would affect me. I’d rather spend time online in my room than with them in the kitchen. People on the Internet were a lot nicer, let’s be honest.

There was a knock on my door half an hour later. It was probably my mother, trying to come and make up with me. I mean, why do mothers come to you ten minutes after an argument pretending like nothing happened?

“Come in.”

I looked up from my laptop to see Jade opening the door and great.

“What?”

“I’m sorry about…dinner.”

I squinted my eyes at her. Since when was she nice to me? Well, now that I think about it, she never really did anything to me that would indicate her being rude, but the fact that she always sucked up to my mother made me kind of despise her a bit.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t hungry in the first place.”

“I think it’s cool that you joined the school magazine.”

“Thanks? I guess.”

She closed the door and walked over to my bed, sitting down at my feet. I eyed her suspiciously.

“No, seriously. You know what you want to do in life and I honestly have no idea where I want to go to Uni.”

I sighed, feeling a bit compassionate towards her.

“So how were tryouts?” I asked, trying to make conversation with her.

If it turns out that she is genuinely nice, then I think I can be friends with her

“They were great. And Eleanor got named co-captain because she did an amazing backflip!”

I frowned.

“Wait, she was there too?”

“Of course she was! Why?”

“The whole time?”

“Yeah, she had been there with Kylie before tryouts even started. They’re so dedicated.”

So Eleanor wasn’t with Lucas? What?

“Anyway, I’m sorry if I’m sometimes a b***h to you, but it’s only because I’m jealous.”

“It’s fine.”

“Great! I’m about to have a smoke on the balcony, you in?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

I didn’t actually intend on smoking, but it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. My dashboard had been the same for the past five minutes, so might as well.

***

The next morning I was woken up by my alarm. I hit the snooze button, because I had fifteen more minutes to enjoy in bed. I always set my alarm clock in the morning earlier than needed, just to make sure that I had more time to sleep and feel good.

When I got to the bathroom I was already down to 59kgs so I knew it was going to be a good day. After I brushed my teeth I went back into the room to pick out the clothes for the day.

I absolutely hated dressing up before going to the bathroom in the morning; it felt weird and I had a minor OCD.

I put on a 98 jersey, some black skinny jeans and red Vans that matched my leather jacket, before I grabbed my backpack and hurried downstairs. Even though I was trying to stay under a certain amount of calories a day, I read on the Internet that it was good to eat breakfast to get my metabolism going.

The ride to school was filled with my mother’s blabbering of what I did wrong last night at dinner. To be honest, I didn’t give flying f**k whether she was mad at me or not. It was better when she was mad, because it meant that she wouldn’t bother me.

It was going to be a good day.

“Oh my God did you see that?” Jake asked at the end of first period, which was history.

“See what?”

“Tyler looked at me longer than necessary.”

“Tyler?” Emma asked confused.

“Mr. Flack.” Jake said, rolling his eyes.

“Why do you call him Tyler? It’s weird.”

“Because I need to get used to it. If I f**k him I don’t want to be screaming Mr. Flack, now do I?”

“Wait, shouldn’t he be the one f*****g you?”

“Just because he’s older doesn’t mean he’s a top, Danielle.”

“He seems like a top though.”

“With an ass like that, I don’t think so.”

“How can you even tell these things?”

“With talent.”

I snorted and opened my locker to get my French books out.

“You know that we have French with his wife, right?”

“I know, I can’t wait to see that bitch.”

“Maybe she’s nice.”

“Of course she’s nice because she’s oblivious.”

The bell rang and I was glad, because it meant no more hearing Jake’s bitching. I was (not really) pleasantly surprised to see that a lot of people took French, including the entire football team and half of the cheerleaders. Amazing. I sat down between Amy and Jake, who was already preparing himself for the meeting with Mrs. Flack.

As soon as the late bell rang, the door opened and a woman who looked in her mid thirties came in with a bright, white smile on her face.

“Oh my goodness.” Jake breathed when she placed her Bugatti bag on the desk.

“Good morning class. I’m Mrs. Flack and I’ll be your French teacher.”

“Does that include French kissing?”

Everyone burst out laughing, except of me. I rolled my eyes.

“I suppose you’re Noah then?” she asked and Noah smirked, nodding.

Oh God give him a brain please

“Well then. Why don’t we go around the room and introduce ourselves but in French? Or even better, I’ll call attendance and you can do that then.”

Oh goodie.

By the end of class I had to admit that I really liked Mrs. Flack because she was nice and funny. Jake, however, had another opinion of her. He even nicknamed her as ‘the witch’, for whatever reason unknown to me. Actually, no. I knew he was jealous of her for getting Mr. Flack’s d**k every night but I didn’t want to say anything.

We all do inexplicable things when we’re in love. Or something like love.

“There’s a party at Noah’s this Friday. It’s his birthday.” Jake said that afternoon at lunch.

“And?” I asked, not really sure where he was going with this. We (Emma and I) were never really invited to any ‘cool’ party, so Jake telling us this was kind of pointless. Unless he wanted to brag, which wasn’t really any surprise because it was Jake.

“And, you’re coming with.”

“What? No we’re not. Since when?”

“Since Noah said I could bring anyone.”

“Did he actually say that or did he say that everyone was invited and you made of it what you wanted?”

“The second one. But it doesn’t matter. He won’t notice anyway because he’s got the biggest house in this f*****g town and there’s going to be weed and we are going. It’s not up for discussion.”

I sighed, turning to look at Emma.

“You want to do this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do on Friday anyway.”

“Fine. But I’m not going to get drunk.”

“You’ve never been drunk, you don’t even know what it’s like.”

“I won’t drink because alcohol tastes really b-“

“You don’t drink because of the taste!” Jake exclaimed, as if I’d just offended him deeply. “You drink to get mortal!”

“What are we talking about?” Harry asked and sat down next to me, placing his tray on the table. Carly sat down across from him, next to Emma.

“Noah’s party this Friday.” I answered before Jake could open his mouth full of food and answer.

“Oh. I’m going too! Lucas inv-I mean, I’m-yeah.”

“We should all ride together. I can get Zack to drive us there.” Carly suggested as she opened her can of coke.

So it was true, the fact that Carly was indeed dating Zack. People would talk around school, but they weren’t as public with each other as Lucas with Eleanor or Sean with Kylie.

Sean and Kylie were the worst because they would literally make out anywhere; at the table in the cafeteria, against her locker in the hallways or on the benches in the bleachers. They were unstoppable, but I could see that they really cared for each other.

Unlike what I could say about Lucas and Eleanor. Well, they made out at school too, but it was like Lucas was trying too hard, it almost seemed unnatural. But that’s none of my business.

When the two of them passed our table, I saw Lucas shoot Harry a quick glance but made nothing of it. I was just paranoid and maybe a bit too desperate to see two guys together. Which, shouldn’t have been that hard to do since my best friend was a gay man who loved f*****g guys, no matter the circumstances.

Emma, Harry and I walked together to English, and I was actually anxious about it because Mr. White seemed to be quite interested in Emma. And yes, he was attractive, but it was still creepy.

Noah entered the room just as the bell rang, followed by Mr. White who had a cup of coffee in his hand. Why he drank coffee in the middle of the day was beyond me.

“Good afternoon class!”

He placed his coffee on the desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms.

“Have any of you read The Catcher In The Rye? Show of hands.”

Zack and two other people held their hands up.

“Good. Because we’re going to go through it this year.”

There were groans and mumbles, and after everyone had calmed down, Mr. White continued.

“But to make things more interesting, I want you to read it at home and make a PowerPoint for it. You have three weeks to do so, and to make things easier, you’ll be working in pairs.”

Everyone started talking then, obviously excited about the whole ‘working in pairs’ thing.

“But I will make the pairs for you, so there won’t be any difficulties. Everyone please write your names down on a piece of paper and I’ll come to collect them in a minute.”

This made people groan once again but everyone ended up obliging anyway. After Mr. White gathered small pieces of paper from everyone, he let them fall in his cup of coffee (which was apparently empty), before he shook it a bit.

“Okay. Here we go.”

He pulled out a piece of paper.

“Harry Sampson and…Zachary Macqueen. Emma Smith with Luke Black.”

His eyes drifted up to look at Luke for a second, before looking back down in the cup. And I was completely panicking, because this meant that I would end up with someone I didn’t know or like.

“Danielle Piper…”

He pulled the piece of paper and unfolded it.

“And Noah Hudson.”

I rolled my eyes because this was so f*****g cliché. The quiet girl in class was assigned with the school’s bad boy for a project and fate would make them fall in love. Give me a f*****g break. I knew that nor Noah or I didn’t like to read, so this would be an especially difficult assignment, not to mention the fact that he probably hated me already. That is, if he knew who I was.

And he seemed to know who I was, because he turned his head and rolled his eyes at me. I knew this project, or whatever, would be a complete and utter disaster.

“I want you to discuss technical matters with your partner after class, not right now. You can get the book from the library or buy it, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you read this in three weeks. It’s not that much to read and it’s interesting.”

“What happens if we don’t read it?” Noah asked and I frowned. So he was already planning on slacking off.

“Both you and your partner get an F.”

I wasn’t going to let that happen, even if it meant that I’d have to do everything by myself.

When Mr. White said that class was dismissed, I stood up, determined to get some things straight with Noah.

“Hey, um, wait a minute!” I called after him in the hallway and he actually turned around, rolling his eyes at me.

God please make him get stuck like that

“So what are we going to do about the project? Because we both know that neither of us like to read.”

“Look, you can read it and then just let me in on it yeah?”

“Excuse you? I am not one of those girls that will fall for your charm and do the project to get into your pants, okay?”

“You wish you’d get to see my c**k princess.” He laughed and turned around, walking away. I stared at his back in awe, not believing my ears. But I wasn’t going to give up on this; there was no way I was failing in English because of him.