He looked at me speechless.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that again, do you understand, Hunter?”
“Or what, huh?”
“How do you feel about getting kneed in the balls?”
He pushed his tongue into his cheek and blocked me when I tried to go back into class.
“James, forget it,” whispered Jackson, between laughs.
“I don’t know if I want to. She acts like such a Goody Two-shoes, but then . . .” I lifted my arms to shove him but he grabbed my wrist before I could touch him.
The dickhead had great reflexes.
“You’re hurting me,” I hissed in his satisfied face.
“You know I could do worse.”
“What’s going on here?” asked Mr. Beckett walking toward the class. When he saw James crushing my wrist, he added, “Vice principal’s office, Hunter. Get going.”
“Sucker,” I chuckled triumphantly.
But I cried victory too soon because James shot the teacher a challenging look.
“Mr. Beckett? Are you sure?”
He seemed to change his mind unexpectedly. “Um.” He cleared his throat. “Both of you. White, in the vice principal’s office.”
“What? But he was grabbing my wrist. Are you blind?”
“I said both. Don’t argue.”
“Are you deaf?” James asked, patting me on the back before passing me by. “Marvin, finish my homework for me,” he ordered his friend.
“Do you only have slaves now? You don’t even know how to—”
“Quiet,” he spat as we walked through hallway at a safe distance apart.
“What a moron.”
“You’re one to talk. It’s your big mouth that landed us in the vice principal’s office.”
“You’re so terrifying, Hunter. Your mom put in a lot of effort that night, huh?” I sighed with rage.
“Yours did, White. She couldn’t wait to drop a nice pair of MILF panties in my dad’s bed.”
I stopped. “I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to in your family, but that would never happen.”
“You’re so naïve,” he muttered pulling out a crumpled packet from his pants pocket.
“What are you insinuating?”
He gave me a malicious smile before biting his vape pen.
“Do you think they haven’t boned yet?”
I covered my ears with both hands. “La-la-la, I’m not listening.”
