Corrupting Ms. Popular

C H A P T E R 13

I stared at the piano for the entire session. The teacher didn't come back and I was the only student who had music with him this session.

I couldn't get over the fact that the teacher had insulted me on such a personal and academic level. You just don't go around and say something like that to someone.

I couldn't have been more relieved when the bell rang to signal that class was over. The silence was deafening.

I picked up my books and walked out. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I couldn't dodge fast enough when I bumped into someone.

I felt my foot start to slip and I clutched my books to my chest as I made acquaintances with the floor.

I groaned and I raised my hand to my head and tried ignoring the stinging pain in my ass.

Someone roughly pulled me up and black dots started clouding my vision and I clutched onto the person for dear life as I waited for my vision to clear.

“Are you alright?”

Liam asked and I silently cursed. It had to be him that I bumped into, didn't it?

“I'm fine.”

I abruptly let go of him, but I lost my balance and I was about to collapse again when his arms wrapped around my waist.

He had this amused glint in his eyes and I could see the smirk forming on his features.

He stared pushing me forward so that we were awkwardly walking with his arms around my waist. We made it to my locker and I could feel all the stares coming my way and I couldn't help the wave of nervousness that consumed me.

He motioned for me to open my locker and I did so and my face starting heating up. I was so nervous. I was doing fine and he hasn't let me go yet.

“So... Are you going to tell me what's bothering you or do we have to walk like this forever?”

He asked as he rested his head on my shoulder and I put my books into my locker in a not so gracious manner and took out my Biology books. I closed my locker and waited for him to remove himself from me.

I tried walking out of his grasp but he still didn't let me go-he just tightened his grip.

“Let me go.”

I requested politely, but sternly and he gave a chuckle that caused my heart to melt. I wish I had been able to see him smile, but no, the bastard decided to stand behind me.

Wait... Why didn't I just look in my bloody mirror?

Wait, what the hell was I thinking? Since when did I care about seeing some arrogant, cocky boy smile?

“Nothing. Now let me go. And if you don't, I will scream for help.”

I could tell that he was caught off guard by my rude outburst, because his arms around me slackened enough for me to slip out.

“Thank you.”

I smiled at him and turned around to go to class. My butt hurt while walking so I was walking faster than usual so that I could sit down.

I had no doubt that there would be bruises on my ass, by the time I got home.

“Hey there.”

Michelle fell into step beside me and I smiled warmly at her. She returned it before she started chirping happily.

“There is a party on Friday night at Adams house. Those parties are so rare and far apart that you are honored if you've ever been to one. Are you coming? The girls are going too, so it won't just be the two of us.”

She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I gave her a blank stare.

“You mean everyone is going to a party, where they will get drunk and then go to trials the next day with a bucket of Advil in their bodies?”

I asked and Michelle gave a dry laugh, but I knew she saw the logic behind my question, but she also heard the sarcasm with which it was said.

“Yes, but think about it. We will leave early and don't drink a lot so that we end up being sober and hangover free, while everyone else shows up with 'a body pumped with Advil' as you put it. We will stand the biggest chance of getting chosen for the team.”

This time it was my turn to think about the logic behind her statement.

I guess she was right to an extent, but when it came to parties I was the wild one and I never, ever, ever, EVER left a party sober...

But I guess there's a first for everything...