It's the first day of school so as predicted, we were doing absolutely nothing in gym. I'm finding it very funny seeing all the freshmen seem so intimidated by the upperclassmen. Especially being intimidated by me.
Now I don't go around acting like a campus celebrity or anything, but my name has gone around a lot in the streets of San Diego. I'm a Top 5 recruit on ESPN Women's Basketball for the class of 2025. Of course I'd be pretty popular in school.
But like I've said before, I don't like hanging out with the 'popular bunch.' I'm friends with some of them but even I know I'm just being fake to most of them.
I'm currently sitting on the bleachers with Claudia, Maisie, and Max, eyeing the freshmen teacher who is currently on her phone sending a voice text to someone.
"I fucking hate that bitch."
All three of my friends eye me curiously as there attention is taken away from whatever the fuck they were looking at.
"Who are you talking about Jules?"
"Miss Reed, Maisie."
I don't take my eyes off of Ms. Reed. There's something to her that I can't quite figure out yet. I mean, she seems to be the youngest teacher at this school. 30 years old max, but why is she such a strict bitch?
"So the new teacher has a name? Who would've thought. Besides, how do you know her name? Did you like overhear someone talking to her or something?"
I thought about telling my friends about the little incident that happened this morning but I decided to just keep it private. It's something only I should know about and something hot glasses girl secretly knows.
"Yea, I overheard the no testosterone freshmen boys say her name. What a weird fucking last name."
"I've been hearing many boys say that she's hot. They've all got crushes on her so I'm surprised you don't have a crush on her yet Jules."
Oh yea, one thing I forgot to mention about Claudia, she's a big gossip. She's kind of like Blair Waldorf, San Diego version if you really think about it.
"Bitches like her don't deserve my time, Clauds. This year is all about sports and where I'm going to commit because I still haven't figured that out yet." Ms. Reed makes eye contact with me from across the gym but I am quick to look away. "Besides, I'd rather date a girl who wasn't born in the 1900's."
I'm looking across the gym and I'm seeing students play several activities whether it is basketball, tossing a volleyball around, or playing spike ball. As much as I wanted to play any of those and blow Ms. Reeds fucking mind away, my arms and legs hurt.
So I guess for now all I'm going to do is try and survive my next classes until I go to detention.
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The rest of the school day went by slowly but I felt my last block go by super fast. We did absolutely nothing in any of my classes which I'm grateful for but then it feels like time goes on forever.
The last bell of the school day ended meaning everyone finally gets to go home. Well not me unfortunately. I still have to be with Ms. Bodacious.
That's my new nickname for her. Yes she's a bitch but if I see a smokin' body, I am going to express it.
Girl power am I right?
I headed my way across the school and knocked on the door to her health room.
She opens up the door and raises an eyebrow as she leans on the door frame.
"You're late, Oliver."
Since when does detention have a time limit of when you have to get there?
"Well sorry but I was on the other side of the school. Not my fault I was frequently limping on my trail to get here."
I walk into her classroom and see that I'm the only one in here. It was plain and boring. Just like her.
I'm quick to sit in the front because I know she'll give me a bitchy attitude and tone if I choose to sit anywhere else.
She shuts the door and locks it.
Let the 60 minutes begin.
Instead of making her way towards her desk, she decides to stand right in front of me. Her 6 ft whatever self hovering over my desk. She brings her hand out with the palm upside.
"What do you want?"
She gives me one of those vicious smirks. This bitch.
"Your phone. You really didn't think you would have your phone in attention, did you?"
I groan as I hand my phone to her. I guess I'll be staring at the clock for the next 60 minutes. Or her body. Either one is fine.
She makes her way towards her desk but she doesn't seem to be finished with the conversation.
"So, you did have a jacket."
I look down and look at the jacket that's on my body. It was cold in English. I needed my warmth.
"My friend gave it to me at the end of gym class. I had English next and everyone who has ever had him has said Mr. Destin's classroom is cold."
I took one more look at Ms. Bodacious before she sat down in her seat, refusing to make eye contact with me.
"All of your friends were already wearing sweatshirts."
I am a little taken aback at what she just said.
Does that mean she was looking at and paying attention to me today?
Still I am deciding not to argue with her incase I have more days of detention added on to my so many already. These 2 minutes were already too much for me. I'm just a teenage girl living in a modern society. You can't blame me for having a short attention span.
The first 30 minutes of detention were filled with silence. That was a lie. But I would've liked it to be filled with silence.
Instead, Ms. Reed spent the whole fucking time sending voice messages to whoever she was talking to. I know it wasn't no husby, cause I ain't see no ring on that finger.
Finally, she stopped sending voice messages to whoever and switched to her computer.
"Instead of staring profoundly at me and my desk, why don't you busy yourself up with your school work or something?"
I scoff. Ugh, I hate how she caught me red handed. But she shouldn't be so full of herself. I was only looking because she's annoying the fuck out of me.
"Seriously? It's the first day of school. What makes you think I have any homework assigned to me?"
She sighs and finally looks at me but just for a quick moment. "Fine, I guess I'll give you some work to do then."
I quickly insist. "Oh no Ms. Reed, you seriously don't have to do that. I'll just make up fake scenarios in my head."
Every time I've looked at Ms. Reed, she has had a stern, strict face on but I swear I can see her smiling a little.
"If that's what you want Ms. Oliver. But just to let you know I will not be at detention tomorrow as I have somewhere to be."
"Wait, so I have to go to detention tomorrow and you won't even be here?" I am so aggravated right now. I have volleyball tryouts starting tomorrow and I can't even go because I have to go to detention and the teacher won't even be there?! Bullshit.
"That's how detention works. I'm very sorry Ms. Oliver."
That's me if I lied. She's not sorry at all. She can't even say it while looking into my eyes.
"How is this fair?! I've got things I want to do too you know?"
"Listen, just shut up before you get yourself into any more trouble. I'm sure as much as you, I don't want to be in here, giving a student detention in class on the first day of school."
I'm amazed that I still find a way to have more hatred towards this girl as the minutes go by. The attitude definitely does not go with her hot body and face. But, this is America. Nothing can shock you here even in the slightest.
The rest of detention went by longer but more peacefully. It was 3:29 and she has yet to hand me my phone back. But it hit 3:30 and I finally went up to her desk.
I return the favor and I am now the one hovering over her desk waiting for my phone to be returned to me.
"See you here same time on Monday, Ms. Oliver."
I grab my phone from her hand and I can feel my cheeks get hot when I accidentally touch her hand. There's this new tension in the air that hasn't been exposed yet until now.
Instead of anything worse or embarrassing happening, I decide to just make my way to the door.
"See you tomorrow morning, Ms. Reed."
I leave her room and I feel a big weight off my shoulders.
Her attitude is beyond annoying but it's also...hot?
I'm now somewhat excited for gym tomorrow and I don't know why. I've never been this excited for gym but it's the only thing on my mind as I head my way to where my bike is.
I know I have class with her every morning and detention with her all next week but, I may have to get myself into trouble just a little bit more.
Authors Words:
That feeling when you want to see wifey gym teacher tmrw but it's Christmas break