Ugly girl

I bring my foot up and slam it back against his shin, enjoying the curse that comes through a clenched jaw. “You’re going to fucking pay for that.”

“Let me go.”

Mr. Carver comes shooting down the aisle as the rest of the class looks on with their phones out and recording. “RELEASE HER.”

Slade doesn’t dare move and we stay in this strange hold for a few prolonged seconds until Damian’s voice cuts through. “Slade, man, let her go. If you hurt her, you’re fucked for the game.”

I feel his body vibrate with silent laughter and a second later, he eases up. His hand is removed from my back and he pulls back on my hand, lifting me up from the desk, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still sitting on the fucker’s lap.

I shoot to my feet in seconds but Slade stands behind me, still not releasing my wrists. He looms over me and standing right at my back, I realize that I don’t even come to his shoulders. What was I thinking of taking on a guy like this? We’re completely different. I can’t match him even if I tried.

I tug hard on my wrists but his grip is like stone so I do what any other self-respecting woman would do and slam my ass back into his groin. I’m too short to cause any real damage, but it does the trick and has Slade gasping and hurrying to move away.

I quickly hurry around to the other side of the desk to where I should have remained in the first place. I look to Mr. Carver, knowing better than anyone that in these types of situations, someone is bound to get in trouble.

I wait expectantly, knowing that Slade was the one to start this bullshit but when Carver shoots daggers at me and points towards the door, I realize that maybe I’m fighting a bigger war than I’d realized.

“Get your ass down to Principal Randwall’s office now and don’t bother coming back.”

“What?” I demand, waving my hand toward Slade who drops back down into his seat with that same irritating, pleased smirk. “This is on him, not me.”

“OUT,” Carver booms.

For fuck’s sake.

Realizing there isn’t anything I can do, I grab my notepad and pencil off the table before finding my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. Without a backward glance, I get myself out of here, detouring straight past Principal Randwall’s office and straight out the front gates.

I’m more than done for the day. So much for trying to attend every class to graduate and get myself to college. I guess reaching that goal is going to be a bit harder than I imagined.