"Hey, Gem! Pass me the ball, pronto!" I turned around from just tying my hair up, picked up the ball right next to me, and threw it at my gym teacher, Mr. Cortez. He caught the ball, glared at me and went back to coaching the volleyball game.
Asshole, I thought. Even though Mr. Cortez and I didn't get along, doesn't mean I didn't think he was Hot.
Black hair, with a little bit a brown in it, goes down to about a little below the chin. Green dark eyes and a muscled type body, He always wore white or black tank tops, with sweats. You could see the 6-pack abs through his shirt when he'd be doing sit-ups. I couldn't help myself for looking'.
I really don't know how we started to hate each other, but it just like kind happened. He's 23. As for me, I'm 18, Got black hair with brown steaks in them. I also had gray eyes and a curvy slight tan body.
I walked over to the volleyball game and waited till my team would get in. When we did, I realized we were going against one of the teams that Mr. Cortez was in. Great.
I secured my headband on my head and stretched my arms up in the air. That stunt had my breasts sticking out in the air. I glanced over to my left and saw Cortez looking and when he met my gaze he glared,
"Gem! Are you like trying to seduce all the guys on our team so your team can win?" He asked sternly. I glanced at him in shock and flipped him off.
He pointed towards the door, "Office now!"
I looked at him amazed." Wow. All I did was lifting one little finger and you get all pissed and send me off to the principal's office, Oh hell, and no!" I said, sarcastically, Even though I was burning with anger inside.
I turned on my heel and stalked to the office, slamming the gym door before he could say something.
I stalked down the halls, sometimes slamming my fist in random lockers.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" A guy's voice yelled behind me. I turned around and saw a tall, blonde haired kid. He looked cute. Like not hot but cute.
"I am taking my anger on the lockers, because my ass of a teacher sent me to the principal's office!" I yelled. He frowned,
"Wait. Who do you have?"
I looked at him, "What?"
He shook his hair out of his face, "what teacher do you have?"
He frowned again" Seriously?" He asked, seaming surprised.
"NO I have brad pit as my teacher! Who the hell else!" I said sarcastically.
"Well...It's just he is like, my favorite teacher he's nice to everyone. It surprises me that he hates you." He said, shaking his head.
"Well, when he and I are in the same room a war literally starts." I said dryly.
"Interesting." He said.
I turned around and headed back to the office and heard him call,
"What's your name?!" He yelled. I turned and started walking backwards,
"Gem!" I yelled back, and turned back around.
Turns out I got detention for a week. It only gets worse! Mr. Cortez is going to be supervising in it, for a week.uh!
I was actually heading there right now. Glancing at my cell phone, said that I was 5 minutes late. I shrugged my shoulders, didn't care. He was going to be in there.
I arrived at the detention signed door and walked in.
There were about 20 other kids in there. Lot of them looked like slut type girls. Probably got caught having sex in their car with some random guy.
I noticed there weren't any seats left. So I sat on the floor my back against the door,
"Thank you so much for joining us, Gem. Would also take a seat like a normal person and get off the floor acting like a dog." Mr.cortez's voice came up from the front of the room.
Shit.motherfucker.sonavabitch.fuckin retard that has no life. I grabbed my stuff and got up, dusting off my pants.
Mr.cortez was leaning back in his chair, smirk on his face." Well? A seat if you please gemma." He said coolly.
I gestured with my hand to all the filled seats," It's kind of obvious that there aren't any seats left." I said annoyed.
He glanced around and cocked his head."Huh. Well I guess you'll have to sit right next to me then." He said, gloomy. But for a second I thought I saw a glint in his eye.
I sighed and dragged my feet forward, toward the chair right next to him.
"Oh and you'll be staying here a little longer than the ones who were on time." He said, as he looked at a sports illustrated magazine.
I rolled my eyes, and plugged my I-pod's earphone in.
When Mr. Cortez dismissed the other students, I tried to blend in with them and sneak out, but he caught me.