CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Fifteen: Jolly Good Fellow

I sat lazily on my seat as I listen to our history class about kings and pharoahs of Ancient Egypt.

"King Tut died in an early age because of a sickness that wasn't curable back then." My professor went on and on and I'm sure that I don't care about a word he's saying.

I stared at the window outside and at the tall tree that was planted beside this building.

Birds on every branch, chirping.

I have to admit that I envy them. They're birds they don't get stressed or depressed. They just fly around all day, feel the sun and the cool breeze. The only thing they care about is their mate and searching for food. Most important is, they're free. I wanted to be free. I want to know what freedom feels like.

I repeatedly hit the end of my pen on my notebook until the dreadful class ended.

When the last bell rang I packed all of my things back in my bag.

Just two more months before graduation, Tatum. Take it all in. Its going to be over soon.

I walked the compressed halls with giggling girls in every corner and I made my way to the lockers.

Once I found mine I placed on my code and placed my books back in.

How lucky to have no home works today. I could sleep as soon as I get home.

I walked my way out of the school and as soon as I felt the cool air hit my face making my hair fly in different directions I felt calm, even if the breeze made it look like there is a bird nest on my head.

"Hey!" An unfamiliar voice exclaimed and I don't know where it was coming from or if it was even for me. "Hey you! The one standing on the stairs!" It called again and my eyes landed on the Range Rover that was parked a few feet away from me and the same dark haired guy that was in my dreadful party stood beside it leaning on the car door his arms crossed on his chest, he has tattoos??? Why didn't I saw that before?

Because he was in a suit, you idiot! My bitch of a subconscious is alive once again.

I looked at him.

"Yes you! Are you dumb?" Just the sound of his voice made me annoyed.

"What makes you think you can talk to me?" I retorted,

"I'm your fiance! I think I have every right to." He rolled his eyes at me.

"As if I have much of a choice." I shot back.

"Whatever. Get in!" He exclaimed pressing on the car ker as he unlock his side of the car and starting the engine. "Are you fucking deaf?" He asked his voice demeaning once he noticed that I havent move a single muscle from my spot.

"And what made you think I would even come with you?" I exclaimed loud enough for him to hear.

"No one is coming to get you. You don;t have a choice! I;m your ride home." He sassed walking back towards the driver's side. I hate him already.

He's an asshole. I should've known.

I walked towards his car and opened the door for myself with a huff.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I settled myself down, locking the seatbelt to my side.

He didn't answer instead he reached out for his Ray-Bans and wore it and sped off.

I can't take him.

The whole ride was composed of him swearing and heavy metal music blasting thru his car's stereo.