Chapter Two
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Sitting in 1st period is seeming slower than usual today. I've been vigerously tapping my pen off the desk while staring at the clock.
"Nala!" I hear someone shout.
I direct my attention towards the teacher.
"What's the answer?" Mme. Clark asked.
"I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted. Do you mind repeating the question?"
Mme. Clark sighs.
"Cam someone help Ms. May please?"
A few students raise there hand and I become frusterated. If only I was paying attention.
"Yes, Tyler!" The teacher calls.
Tyler responds with, "Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and multiply," all while staring at me with a smirk.
The entire class ruptures into a laughing fit and my face goes redder than the pen I was holding. I quickly put my head down to avoid him knowing I was embarrassed.
"MR. BRADFORD! I WILL NOT ALLOW INAPROPRIATE REMARKS TO BE MADE IN THIS CLASSROOM!"
The choir of laughter hushes to a mere snicker. I look up and Tyler is STILL staring at me! What is this guys problem?! I raise my hand.
"Yes, Ms. May?" My teacher responds to my urgently waving hand.
"Pardon me for interupting, but may I use the washrooms?" I ask quickly.
"Yes, and while you're at it, escort Tyler to the office please." She replies.
My mouth falls open and I reluctantly stand up. His face appears to have a devilish grin as he walks towards me to walk out of the classroom.
"Don't give me that stupid grin Mr. Bradford." I frown.
"Ouch, the use of last names makes me feel old." He fakes a wince.
"You ARE old." I say. feeding his fake pain.
We turn into a hallway with noone else in it and I get uneasy as if-
Tyler grabs me by my waist and pins me to a locker.
"Tyler get away from me!" I stutter.
"You can't deny that you like me. I see the way you got flustered in class." He says, seemingly unfair.
I try to push him away to avoid confronting my own thoughts. My worst fears could come to life if I let this man in. So I won't. He brushes one hand through my hair until his hand is on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a long, breath-taking kiss. So long to not letting him in. My knees get weak and I practically fall into him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck for support. He breaks the kiss and let's me go.
"I'll see you after school. Don't be late." He says.
Late for what?
He turns and heads towards the office. I pull my phone out and start messaging the girls groupchat.
9:05am
ME
GIRLS BATHROOM NOW!
BROOKE
Why? What's up?
OLIVIA
On my way.
ME
Alice? Are you coming??
ALICE
Heading there now. EEK.
WHAT NEWS DO YOU
HAVE?!
END
When the girls met me in the bathroom I filled them in on what just happened.
"SO HE JUST-?" Olivia asked.
"Mhm!!" I replied.
"AND YOU-?" Alice started.
I nodded in response. A smile playing at my lips. I touched them and they tingled from the interaction with Tyler I just had.
"So he's hanging out with you after school tonight?" Brooke asks, calmly.
I nod again.
A loud erupt of squealing bursts my eardrums.
"GIRLS! CALM DOWN!" I say, jumping on my tippy toes.
*Ms. Nala May please report to the princepals office, Nala May to the princepals office. Thank you.*
My friends looked at me with confusion and i just shrugged and went. As I strode to the office I see an unfamiliar woman standing in the office.
"Ms. May?" The man asks.
"Depends on who's asking...?" I stumble to find words.
"I'm HeadMistress Maxwell. From Trinity School For Girls. We've been made aware that you're quite smart and came to offer you a one-time offer to join our prestigious school."
I look Head Mistress up and down and respond with, "No thanks. Your school is full of stuck-up brats and I'm not leaving everyone I know behind."
She looks at me as though she expected a different outcome. I turned on my heel and headed back to class.
"Ms. May, I presume Mr. Bradford is in the office now?" The teacher asked as soon as I walked in.
"Ummm I was just in there talking to HeadMistress Maxwell and-"
"HEADMISTRESS MAXWELL?" Mme. Clark says in shock.
"Yea... she offered me a spot in her prestigious school for girls."
"That would be such an honor for you! I presume you said yes?" She implied, left brow raised.
"That would have been nice for you, wouldn't it be. Like why do you care it's none of your damn business old hag." I huff.
Mme. Clark looks at me stunned. She looked about as stunned as I felt. I quietly made my way back to my seat. The pen tapping begins again for the rest of my classes as I doze off and think about the kiss. That lustful kiss, those luscious lips... WHAT AM I THINKING? For whatever reason I know tonights going to be bad for me if I have to hang out with great-kisser, crush-on-me Tyler Bradford.
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