"And now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through

I've never been anywhere cold as you"

I managed to avoid Avery for the rest of the weekend without struggle, she mostly kept to herself and so did I. 

After a painful job waking up on Monday morning I manage and get myself ready into the awful burgundy school uniform. I untuck my long hair from beneath the blazer and head out, bag over my left shoulder.

I rush into my security guards SUV and we head away just the two of us.

"Have a good day at school kid." Dean Albro speaks kindly, reaching out a fist towards me for a fist bump.

His dark blue eyes shining in the sunlight behind his long eyelashes. He covers his eyes with a pair of dark shades.

I reciprocate the fist bump and smile kindly, "Later." I smile positively, jumping out of the car and walking inside the large building.

On my way inside I give a pressed lip smile to a few acquaintances who I know through family connections. I know practically everyone through family connections. 

I make my way towards my first class of the day, advanced physical education. Which is basically the fancy name for gym class.

In the locker rooms I head to the back corner, not wanting to face any of that awkward small talk whilst getting changed. The rest of my class piles inside and we all start getting dressed. 

Usual gossip is passed around the locker room: talk about boys, hookups, the new episode of some trending tv show. The sort of talk that peaks my ears but doesn't particularly interest me in any way. 

"Did you hear about Annabelle? She gave Henry a blow job." A girl with short blonde hair says, I know her name to be Kassidy Robertson. She's still wearing her uniform because she's spent too much time talking to actually get dressed.

"Is it true that Jameson fingered you behind the bleachers last Wednesday at the girls tennis tournament." The girl with bouncy brown hair replies, I know that she is Maja Thatcher – Noah's twin sister. "He didn't not do that." Kassidy Robertson laughs hysterically.

My face morphs into a disgusted one. "Fuck, his sister's right there." Kassidy hisses. 

"Yeah, she is." I groan in disgust. "Sorry, but at least you didn't hear what he did the week before that." Maja giggles to her friends. 

"Huh?" I scrunch my face in confusion. "Apparently he had a threesome with Ivory and Elizabeth in the music room." A girl with blonde hair dyed with streaky pink bottoms interjects – I don't actually know her name, I think she's new. 

"That's seriously disgusting. You shouldn't spread rumors like that about anyone, they can be really damaging. And not to mention the fact it's my brother, you're lucky it's first thing on a Monday morning and I'm too tired to pick a fight." I warn them all. 

I throw my sports bra and leggings on, jogging out and away from the whispers. 

I head into the gymnasium where the teacher has set up a game of dodgeball already. Everyone else spills inside in fits of laughter, all looking down to the blondes phone. 

When they see me they hide it, making them laugh even more.

"Alright ladies, if your last name is A-M you're on team one. Last names N-Z are team two." Mr Jenkins calls out. 

"That's not going to be equal." I glance at him like he's an idiot – which he is in all fairness. 

"Do what you're told, Hawthorne." He winks at me teasingly. Every girl in this school – and some of the guys – have a crush on him. I personally don't get the commotion, sure he's the youngest teacher in the school and has the body of a young Mark Wahlberg, sure his smile alone makes you spread your legs, but he's still not worth the attention he gets. He's only 22, which is pretty young for a teacher. Regardless of his looks, humour and charming personality, I don't think it's worth giggling every time he looks at you or refusing to wash your hand after he high-fived it. And yes, that has actually happened. 

I head to the left side with the rest of team one. Just as I warned him, it's uneven by two players. He sends two girls in my team to the other side.

I place one hand on the cold stone wall like the other 4 girls on my team. Classes are small in this school, 10 students in one class, if you're lucky. It just so happens this entire class is girls.

Mr Jenkins blows the whistle sharply and we all bolt toward the balls in the middle. I grab one and throw it at a girl checking her nails. In this school, when it comes to dodgeball, it's eat or get eaten. 

Every single person takes this game ridiculously serious to the point we have annual tournaments. 

I get a few more throws in and dodge all the balls thrown my way. Our games always tend to last 45 minutes due to our competitiveness and stubbornness, leaving us 7 minutes to get changed before and after. It's one vs one. Me versus Kassidy Robertson. 

I hit her with the ball and my team erupts into cheers for me. "Nice one Spencer!" Mr Jenkins laughs proudly. All of us girls are covered in sweat, hair sticking to our rosy bodies. 

I grin as I turn around to look at my team mates. When my back is toward Kassidy she takes this as a chance. 

She gets the ball and lobs it at the back of my head. It hits me so hard I fall over, face planting onto the ground and smacking my nose off the floor. 

I push myself up to my feet and start to run toward her, "What the fuck?" I yell to her. Thankfully for her, Mr Jenkins steps in front of me and holds me back, his muscles bulging to keep me back from Kassidy.

"Hey, you're bleeding. Sit down." He instructs. I push his arms off me and start towards the girl again, getting one good push in before Mr Jenkins separates us again. "I said sit down!" He yells loudly. 

"Go get changed ladies! Kassidy, go to the principals office!" The teacher booms firmly. His voice is pretty projected for a 22 year old. 

The blonde haired girl – Kassidy – rolls her eyes and struts out the double doors, all the other girls following close behind and heading to the locker rooms. 

I begrudgingly take a seat on the bench. "Head forward, pinch the nose lightly." He orders firmly as he gets a box of tissues. 

I lean my head forward and pinch the very top of my nose. "No, here." He shakes his head and corrects me. His hand traces over mine and directs my hand in the direction of the part I'm supposed to hold. 

He gives me a tissue and lets me hold it below my nose. He cleans some of the blood from the floor as well, walking toward the trash can and throwing it out.

"You feel dizzy?" He asks me carefully, coming back to my side and kneeling in front of me. 

"No." I mutter, shaking my head. The tissue in my hand covered in blood. 

"You want to go to the bathroom and clean off?" He offers. I nod and head out, entering the nearby bathroom and waiting until the bleeding stops.

Eventually I hear the bell ring for second period but still have blood spilling from my nose. 

It must have been 5 more minutes before it finally stopped. I cleaned up and headed out towards the locker rooms. All the other girls were gone. I head to my bags in the corner and open the locker, surprised to see it's already open. 

I grab my uniform out the locker and recoil upon realizing it's soaked. It reeks of chlorine. The little fuckers dipped it in the pool. 

I groan and start to walk to class. I make it to literature and sulk inside, wearing only gym leggings and a sports bra. My bag sits on one of my shoulders, heavy with the wet uniform. 

"Miss Hawthorne, where is your uniform? You can't walk around school like that, you'll attract all the wrong kinds of attention." Mrs Treusch raises her voice, drawing all attention to me. 

I hear a boy whistle for me and other guys check me out. I fold my arms across my bare chest uncomfortably.

Jameson sighs from the back and removes his blazer, throwing it to me. I begin to place it on, glancing to the girls at the front on the opposite side, all laughing quietly at me. 

"I dropped them in the pool." I lie in a sigh. "Well you need to be more careful with your belongings. You can collect a lost and found uniform after this class." My teacher tells me.

I sulk into my seat as the old lady continues her teaching.

"You dropped them in the pool?" Jameson whispers mockingly, but I can tell in his voice he's hiding some concern.

"You had a threesome with Ivory and Elizabeth in the music classroom?" I reply in the same tone, my arms folded over my chest, not even looking at him. 

"What?" He scrunches his face together with confusion. "And fingered Kassidy Robertson behind the bleachers?" I add with astonishment.

"Okay that first thing did not happen!" He hisses lowly, staring me down from the side. 

"But the second did!?" I yell out. He looks at me with wide eyes, silently telling me to shut up.

"Whore." I mutter. "Hypocrite." He scoffs angrily. 

After a couple moments of silence between us I slowly turn to face him again, he's already looking. I try to stop the smirk creeping across my lips. Jameson too unwillingly smirks and soon enough we're both just silently laughing. No particular reason. We do this a lot. We throw awful insults at one another then ten seconds later we just laugh, god knows why we're laughing but it's just the way we work.

When we get out of class I throw my backpack over my shoulder and make my way to my next class as quickly as possible, Jameson walks behind me. 

"Seriously Spence, why are your clothes so wet?" He tries. "I already told you, it dropped it in the pool." I remind him, desperately hoping he'll just drop this.

"And why were you late to class?" Jameson adds. "I had a nose bleed." I tell him. It's not a lie. 

"How?" He follows me as if his class isn't at the opposite side of the school.

"I don't know, Jamie. It was a nosebleed. No hidden meanings, just a nosebleed." I shut him down. 

"But why-" He persists before being cut off by the schools intercom system. 

"Spencer Hawthorne, please report to the Headmasters office." A posh voice announces. I pause on the spot and stop walking, Jameson does too. 

"I'll see you at lunch." I brush past him and head towards the headmasters office. 

When I enter the office I'm met with two familiar faces. Mr Jenkins and the headmaster. 

"Hello?" I smile politely and close the door. "Miss Hawthorne, take a seat." Professor Hughes smiles forcibly. 

I take a seat before him and shift uncomfortably. "I heard about the incident which occurred this morning." He begins calmly.

"What incident?" I furrow my brows, trying my best to not show any signs of faltering. 

"Miss Kassidy Robertson unprovoked, aggressively threw a dodgeball at you causing a nosebleed?" Professor Hughes hints as if having to remind me. 

"Ah yes. It was a complete accident. We spoke after class and she apologised. We're totally fine now." I give an innocent giggle. The last thing I need right now is people thinking I snitched on her.

"Oh, that's wonderful. Makes my job a lot easier." Professor Hughes laughs and clicks his pen, placing it on his leather notepad.

"Now where is your uniform?" He asks me sceptically. "Oh I left it in the locker rooms and the cleaners must've took it." I lie further. I'm an incredible liar. 

"Ah yes, well Mr Jenkins here can get you some uniform from the lost and found box." Professor Hughes nods.

Mr Jenkins leads me outside and into his own office down the hallway. He closes the door behind me and crosses his arms.

"Why'd you lie Hawthorne?" He interrogates. "I'm no snitch." I shrug, my accent sounding peculiarly thick.

"You were bleeding. It was serious." He insists firmly. 

"I think I'll live. And if it happens again you won't be there to hold me back from punching the fuck out of her." I raise my voice, forgetting he's a teacher and cursing. 

"Clothes are in there, everything's been washed. I'll give you a minute to get dressed." He walks outside and I open the large plastic box, quickly pulling the small curtains shut on his window.

I pull out some uniform that looks like it'd fit me. I drop the blazer off as well as my leggings. I check my bag to get my bra out before realising it's soaked with all the rest of my clothes. My sports bra is bright red, I can't wear that under a white shirt. 

I dig through the box searching for a spare bra. When I say this box has everything I mean it has everything.

I find a bra around my size. And hesitate before putting the rest of the box contents away.

I pull my leggings off, wearing only my pale pink thong and the bright pink sports bra. 

I hear the office door open and turn around to find Mr Jenkins in shock, he squeezed his eyes shut and is frantically apologising, likely fearing his career.

Something inside me snaps and I walk towards him by the door, grasping his shirt between my hand and tugging him back inside. I slam the door shut and lean against it, pulling him against me.

"Open your eyes." I whisper in his ear seductively.

He fights with himself not to, knowing it's wrong. But when I entice him his eyes slowly peel open. He looks me up and down, unsure what he should do in this position.

"Kiss me." I murmur. 

And he does. He presses our lips together and is making out with me.

We both know it's wrong, but we do it anyways. And after only three minutes he's locking the door and fucking me on his desk.