$hit $hit $hit $hit. I walk down the hall into the office. I walk to the principal's door. I'm about to waltz in hell. Oh, my bad deeper in hell. I gulp and turn the knob. Mason grins at me.
Bitch, I could have done way more than give you a bloody nose. Don't push it. I smile back.
"Just because I'm smiling, doesn't mean I don't want to hit you in the face," I whisper as I passed him and take a seat.
"Parker is it true you punched him in the face?" Mr. Rich asked.
My smile faded off my face and was replaced with an annoyed expression.
"No I just gave him a cupcake and somehow the red icing got on his nose," I said smirking.
"Don't be talking back young man, now answer the question."Mr. Rich said with slanted eyes.
"Yes, I did," I mumbled while rolling my eyes.
"Now I heard he was bothering a friend of yours from another girl, is that true?" he asked.
"Yes," I said nodding my head.
"Well did you feel threatened?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered.
He glanced at Mason. "What do you have to say?" he asked.
Mason rolled his eyes while holding his nose with a tissue. "I was trying to have a serious conversation with his friend," Mason said.
"What kind of conservation?" he asked.
"About our relationship," Mason said.
"Oh," he said looking away with widening eyes. "Well if you too promise not to do anything on school grounds I won't put this on a record or anything," he said.
I sighed in relief. I turned to look at Mason. "I'm sorry," I said.
NOT. I'm not sorry for a damn thing. The only things I'm sorry for is almost getting in trouble and punching you in front of Vincent.
"I don't accept," Mason said.
"Now Mas-" he started to say.
"Bitch," I said.
"Samuel Parker!" he said standing up.
"Sorry," I said and turned back to Mason. "I'd appreciate it if you forgave me." I almost growled.
"I want Vincent," Mason complained.
"It's your fault you don't have him," I said.
"Shut it," Mason said.
"Or what?" I smirked.
Mr. Rich sighed. "Please leave and don't let me have to see you two again in my office," he said and we got up to leave.
As I walked out of his office Mason stepped on my heel.
"Oops sorry," he said smirking.
My eye twitched. "No problem," I said since the door to his office was still open.
I smirked and closed it on his hand. "$hit!" he yelled.
"Language mister." Mr. Rich said as his door closed.
"Language," I said shaking my hand at Mason while smirking.
"Fuck you," he whispered.
"Right back at ya." I snapped.
I open the door and Vincent jumped towards me and hugged me. Derrick laughed. The door closed on Mason.
"What are you guys doing here?" I ask as Vincent brakes the hug.
"We were waiting for you," Vincent said.
"He was worried about you," Derrick said laughing.
"Was not," Vincent said laughing as he nudged Derrick but then his grin faded.
I looked behind me and there was Mason. He glanced at Vincent and I thought I saw his eyes filled with guilt and sadness.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled while looking at Vincent. Vincent just stared at him. "I know I was wrong. I messed up." Mason said. "But I will get you back," Mason said before leaving.
Vincent watched him walk away. Vincent's eyes got watery and he looked away. I couldn't stand seeing Vincent like this.
"Awkward," Derrick said which made us both look at him.
We all laughed. Vincent wiped his eyes and grinned. "Alright let's get to practice," he said.
"Yeah," I said smiling.
How'd you like that? So heads up there's gonna be a skip okay... Actually not really since it is November in this story right now. Well anyway bye guys luv you guys :)
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I'm a Cheerleader Book 1 ✔Romance
"Shut up I know what your already going to say." I said rolling my eyes. He smirked and shook his head. "Well what was I going to say then?" Derrick asked looking amused. "That I'm a wimp and that's why I'm not a football player but a cheerleade...