Trouble by P.L. Jenkins Page B

up with this boy John and hopefully getting laid. You?
    Ding.
                  Ashley: So this blows. At least you can text and fuck with Mr. Hottie. Right?
                  Me: Oh yeah. I am having fun texting the mysterious Brandon.
                  Ashley: How is that going btw? Figure it out?
                  Me: No I thought it was Mr. Jones until I got his number now I’m confused.
                  Ashley: yeah, I have no clue either. Gym? Tonight.
                  Me: Yeah after I fuck John. He’s hot and I need to get laid.
                  Brandon: This John guy, he must be a very lucky boy?
                  “Oh my god. John? Like John?” I laugh as Mr. Jones glares at us.
                  “Ladies, is there something you need to discuss?” Mrs. Bean states to me. Did she not learn her lesson?
                  “If you want to know. I was just was telling Ashley that I was going to go to the gym with her after I screw John. Is that okay Mrs. Bean?” She shakes her head and then we all hear a snapping sound like something breaking. We look at Mr. Jones who has a coffee cup in his hands broken. Did he just do that bare handed?
                  “Sorry I was so focused on my book that I got sucked in. It made me mad. I will clean it up.” He walks out slamming the door causing Ashley and I for the first time to read our text books. I wasn’t sure what Mr. Jones problem was. He returns moments later and this time he whispers something to Mrs. Bean she nods her head and leaving.
                  “Looks like it will be just us for the remainder of the hour. If you want you can listen to music while you study.” He looks at Ashley who’s beaming now up. He plugs his phone into the docking station. Moments later I feel the burn of my tears. I never mentioned to anyone why this is my favorite song, but it hit the heart. I close my eyes as I listen to the Live- Lightning Crashes. It was okay, I need the pain to come this time to prove I am human. I sit there, and let the tears roll down my eyes. I never once look up at him. I glance at Ashley who was staring at me. Her eyes looked like she were about to cry, not because of the song, but because of me. She knows what this song means to me, she mouths asking if I am okay, and I nod. She glances up to the front and back to me motioning for me to look. I didn’t though. I grab my book, binder, and phone, and all but ran out of the classroom. I didn’t care. I would do detention another day. I make it to my car and cry my heart out. I pick up my phone and dial my mom’s number.
                  “Baby is everything okay?” I start to sob, she stays on the phone with me until I am done.
                  “Mom, why does this happen to me? Why did this happen to me? I was only fifteen momma. Why? It wasn’t my fault you have to believe me that it wasn’t my fault.” I cry more, I hear my mom’s voice break into a sob.
                  “Baby, it isn’t your fault. I promise you. It’s just something that had happened, and nobody not me, you, your father, or Ashley could do anything about it.” She mouths something in the back ground I hear shuffling, and then my dad’s voice.
                  “Honey, where are you?” I control my sobs as the next song by Live play in the back ground.
                  “At the school Ashley and I got detention and then I ran out, and now I am waiting for Ashley.” He sighs.
                  “Do not drive. Let Ashley drive.” My mom takes the phone back.
                  “Baby, what do you want?” I cry again, not able to control it around my mom.
                  “I want you mommy, I need you.” She sighs.
                  “I love you.” I realize she wasn’t