Jessica Thompson as That Girl

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V. Have a Good Day

Jessica's POV:

“I thought maybe you don’t hate me anymore.”

“Maybe I still do,” I smirk.

“Then why did you asked for an extension for me on our math homework?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. “You should really stop staring at every girl passing by.”

He shook his head, “You’re changing the subject.” He gave me his signature smirk, leaning closer to my face. “Why did you help me?” He whispered.

I can smell his minty breath which was quite exhilarating. “I felt bad for ruining your homework,” I shrugged casually, checking out my shoes that were bending oddly.

His mouth forms an o shape, and he nodded. “I see. Do you still hate me?”

I shook my head, “Nah.”

He grinned widely, “Okay.”

I scratched the side of my head, “All right.”




“All right, I’m done, bye,” I turn around only to be stopped by him. He twisted me back towards him, both hands on my shoulders.

“If you’re going to help, then help all the way,” he said almost a bit too quickly.

I lifted a brow.

“Help me with my math homework.”


“Come on, be nice.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I pinched his wrist, causing him to release me. “I’m not nice.”

I don’t consider myself a bad person, but I don’t consider myself someone who is nice. I am a person who fades in the background, not heroic or villainous, and I prefer to keep it that way.

“Then do it for a bro.” He patted his firm chest twice, looking completely serious.

I placed two fingers in the air, “Again, wrong; you’re not my bro.”

“For an old friend,” his large dewy blue eyes were gleaming in the artificial lights as his lower lips form into a pout.

I released a hazy breath, trying not to fall for his charms, but the boy is oy - oh so wow. “Okay.”

He smiled, eyes crinkling playfully. “Great, I’ll see you tonight at seven at my house,” he spoke speedily, almost as if he is afraid I’ll change my mind.

“But, we can do it at my hou-” before I can finish, he was gone.

Releasing a deep breath, I turned my body to see none other than Jax leaning not too far from me. He had his usual crew around him, with two girls linking on both sides. With a cunning style, his lips curled upward into a smirked. My eyes narrow, once again reading his lips.

I couldn’t read it.

He rolled his eyes and mouthed me the words again.

I shook my head.

He released a deep breath and mouthed it more intensely, pointing a finger down.

I shrugged.

Jax threw the two girls away from him and walked towards me while everyone made ways. He stood in front of me, causing the halls to silence. “I said your shoelace is untied,” he practically shouted and released a grunting sound. I looked down to see my shoelace sitting under my other shoe, potentially tripping me later

“Damn, learn to read lips for fuck sake,” he walked away.

His crew followed right behind him but quickly glanced at me with either curiosity or jealousy.

“Thanks!” I shout, receiving a two-finger salute in return watching him walk away like he is in some sort of movie, and he just did something heroic.

The school day passed by in a blink of an eye, which I’m not complaining. During the last period, I had to do a protocol stinky bathroom, which means I had to poo; I request to leave.

The teacher didn’t even notice I took my backpack with me. I was going to poo and then go home, feeling like I wanted to take a walk today. Perhaps, the teacher did notice but didn’t care, or maybe he thinks I’m on my monthly hulk transformation time.

After flushing the toilet, I washed my hands and disregarded I dropped a bomb in the school bathroom. I probably shouldn’t have eaten that hamburger, pretty sure the meat isn’t even the real meal. However, even if it’s not real meat, why would they call it mystery meat. There is the word meat in it.

Slipping past by Todd’s locker, I stopped my track. I didn’t understand why I did what I did at that moment; I just did it. Next thing I know, I crammed the paper into his locker, and I couldn’t take it back.

Dear Mister Popular,

You look like a total creeper today.

Lots of Ugliness,

That Girl.

I turned to the other direction to see the most handsome teacher in our school. He walked down the hallway; eyes concentrated on the book laying on his sizeable rough hand, most likely a book regarding some overly complicated literature.

He pushed his hair back, tugging down his tie, and I swore, I just got pregnant. Of course, not for real because that would be illegal, and he is a strict ass teacher who doesn’t do hot younger women like me.

Too bad for him, he is losing out.

He walked past by me and stopped, shutting his book that echoes the hallway. He tilted his head, eyes gazing in my direction in a confused manner. “Miss Jessica, why aren’t you in class?” His deep sexy voice got my legs trembling.

Similar to every female and male in this school, this man got me weak, but I refused to giggle in front of him for knowing my name despite not being in his class. So, I kept my straight poker face.

I crossed my arms, leaning against the lockers to look cool, but I accidentally slipped and hit my head.

Sitting on the cold ground, I wished the locker behind me was mine, so I can crawl inside.

He went on one knee and said: “Will you marry me, Jessica Thompson?”

Okay, maybe he didn’t say that, but I hit my head, so I’m not thinking straight.

He chuckled, placing out a hand, and I know so many students wished they were me. I grabbed it, pretending he is ugly and not this super handsome teacher who can rock my world.

We stood up, and I almost broke down crying when he let go of my hand. I didn’t do that, but instead, pat off the invisible dirt on my jean, scowling myself for embarrassing myself in front of the sexiest teacher alive.

“Miss Jessica, you didn’t tell me why you’re here,” he questions once more, crossing his arms showing off his mouthwatering muscles, begging me to jump him.

I cleared my throat, straighten my back, and held onto whatever dignity I have back. “I’m going home.”

He tugged a brow upward, “Why?”

Scratching my head, my thumb tightens on the strap of my backpack that digs down on my shoulder. “Class is boring. I want to study at home,” I mumbled, knowing I will get in trouble for skipping.

After some intense silence, he nodded, “Have a good day.”

My eyes burst open, “What do you mean have a good day,” I mocked his tone, flabbergasted that he said such a thing as a professional teacher.

He shrugged, “I’m not your teacher,” he blankly stated, a mischievous grin on his kissable lips.

I want you to be my teacher or daddy.

My cheeks turned red, imagining he is making an exception for me when realistically he is not. He is known as the cool teacher who everyone loves and respects, some a bit more than others.

He tilted his head towards the exit, and I nodded, unable to hold down the heat scattering towards my cheeks. Practically skipping towards the doors to my freedom, I stop and turn around.

I clear my throat. “Excuse me,” I said, causing him to turn back towards me. “Umm, thank you-” daddy. I bite my lips. “Mr.Franklin.”

He smirks and nodded, giving me a slight wave before leaving towards the other direction.

I stood there, staring at his swaying ass. “Thank you, my future husband,” I whisper creepily.

I heard a snorting sound from my supposedly secret perverted comment, then turned to see the most unwanted person in the whole world.

He sat there, face completely redden from silent laughter. He glanced at me then laughed again, falling to the floor while pointing a finger at me, clinching the other arm on his stomach. I walked towards him, causing him to stop and look at my emotionless face. I squatted down, resting my elbows on my knees, granting him my most evil look even though I want to piss my pants.

“I will fuck up your face Rocco.”

And of course, he did what I predicted he’d do when I said those words.

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