Trouble by P.L. Jenkins

pretty good. Met a couple of guys who were awesome.” He laughs and grabs his head.
                  “That’s good that you met a few guys. These high school boys are a waste of your time. Also definitely keep that in mind I have heard I am great listener.” He winks at me and I hear Mr. Jones start coughing. I laugh he probably heard it all. I pick up my project; well I decided to do an essay. I glance at the front of the room noticing his eyes were on me. I wink and it makes him blush. I sit back and listen to him go on and on about History and then one by one people starting presenting their project. The bell rings before I have time to present mine, he informs us we will tomorrow. I stay seated in my chair taking the opportunity to text Brandon back.
                  Me: Sorry about not responding rough Sunday. How are you doing today? I am much better even though I didn’t get laid this weekend. It is okay though I plan to today. Met a new “Friend”
    ME: J, sorry about Sunday and my mom’s conversation on the phone. I am strong because of that and do not wish to have your pity. Anyways, maybe we should distance ourselves? This weekend was nice, but we are getting too close for confront. XOXO
                  “Oh my god La. That teacher I swear has no damn soul.” I laugh because no one else was in the room and Mr. Jones didn’t say shit he was actually looking at something in his lap. Oh my text.
                  “Why what happened?”  She proceeds to tell me that she got detention, because she said she would screw some boy right in front of the teacher all, because Mrs. Bean asked if she cared to tell the class her conversation with Joe. Now Joe is one that I have screwed a lot and will go back for more. He doesn’t do the girl friend thing and likes to have fun. Win win for me. Then Catrina walks into homeroom and is supporting a black eye and bruised nose. I smile as Ashley glances at her and laughs. Mr. Jones turns his attention to her and his eyes go wide all while Ashley and I laugh our asses off causing people to look at us and laugh as well.
                  “Miss. Sanchez what in the world happened to your nose?” Mr. Jones spoke as if he cares. I wait as well as the others to see what she comes up with. Evan walks in just as she answers him.
                  “I ran into a door. I wasn’t paying attention this morning, and next thing I know I’m on my butt bleeding.” She lowers her head and once again Ashley and I bust out laughing to where we can’t control it. Evan is laughing as he decides to sit in the back with us. I get it together enough to speak my smart mouth sentence.
                  “Maybe you should get your head out of your ass, and watch where you’re going. Looks like you have been dumped by Evan too. Don’t worry we are making a fan club with females who have been burned by Evan.” She looks back at me with tears in her eyes, Evan glares at me, and I wink at him.
                  “You know why I cheated on you? Cause you are nothing but a cold hearted bitch.” I stand in my seat about to punch him, when Ashley catches my arm.
                  “That is enough, both of you out in the hall right now.” I jerk out of seat purposely hitting Evan on the head with my book and walk out into the hall. We stand there by ourselves for a minute or two.
                  “I am a cold hearted bitch, because men like you treated me like shit.” I slap him than seconds later Mr. Jones is out in the hall looking at Evans face.
                  “Did you slap him?” I cross my hands over my chest refusing to look at both of them.
                  “No she didn’t that was from the door. I ran into it.” I couldn’t help, but start laughing. Evan looks at me as a smirk breaks out across his face. Mr. Jones just stands there thinking we