Dropping into my seat, I glare at Jessica who is watching my every move and nearly jump a mile when Bianca brushes against me as she hands me the quiz. “Just try and answer as much as you can in the time left. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Grabbing a pen, I start filling in the questions on the sheet, which shouldn’t take too long as I have a photographic memory. But of course that only works if I’ve read the information I actually need to remember. And half of this I haven’t read due to having my head up my ass about Bianca.
A ruler hits me in the head from behind. Turning, I grab it from CJ’s hands, and smacking it back down on his desk, I glare at him.
“Hey. What the fuck is your problem?” he shouts, drawing attention to us both, which I could do without.
“Keep your damn hands to yourself.” I start shoving my stuff back into my bag so I can leave before the fucker starts on me again and I have no alternative but to put my fist into his face.
CJ and I have had problems in the past, as in I slept with his girl, the day after he slept with mine. I was pissed at the time, but he did me a favor, and I discovered what a bitch Jessica really is.
“Mason?” Bianca says my name and I freeze wanting to listen to her talk all day, but at me not the class. Shit, I’m fucked.
“It isn’t time to leave yet.”
Now she’s standing beside me.
“What’s going on between the two of you?” Bianca frowns while looking between the two of us.
“I saw the ruler, CJ. You want to explain why you decided to use it as a weapon instead of what it was made for?” She’s getting good and pissed.
“Not really.”
I sit back down in my seat, hoping that she’ll let it drop because I so do not want to get into the reason behind our hostili
ty. I mean, I don’t give a damn about what happened, and would rather forget it and Jessica, but he won’t let it go.
“We’ll leave it for now, but I don’t want to see anything else in this class. Do I make myself clear?”
Smothering a grin because she’s using that ‘hoity toity’ voice, I nod and presume CJ did the same. Bianca gives me another glance before turning her back and heading back to her desk. She starts to sit down just as Mr. David Fuck Anything comes into the room, but stands instead when she sees him. And I’ll be damned, but Bianca looks nervous as fuck with him hovering over her the way he’s doing.
Fuck this!
Standing, I start heading toward them.
Chapter Three
Bianca
What the hell is Mason doing? He’s walking straight toward us as though he’s about to physically remove Mr. Taylor, otherwise known as Mr. Creepy, from in front of me. I’m not about to complain, because he really is creepy, but the room is full of students.
He can’t do this.
Starting to panic, I slip out from where Mr. Taylor has me cornered between my chair and desk, and move to stand in front of Mason, just as the bell goes. Nice timing.
Within seconds, the classroom is empty apart from the three of us.
“Ah, Mason. Don’t forget detention this afternoon,” Mr. Taylor reminds a frowning Mason, who’s now standing beside me.
“Perhaps you’ll refrain from taking up staff parking spaces.”
Hmm.
“Maybe,” Mason mumbles under his breath.
I meet his eyes and see amusement with his lips twitching. Lips that I want on my body. Ugh! Inhaling, I turn my attention back to Mr. Taylor. “Did you want something?”