Saved By The Jock

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Holy shit, this will be the death of me.

"Hey partner," he slid next to me with a grin on his face.

"What do you want?" I asked him with an annoyed look on my face.

"Didn't you hear Ms. Prescott? We have to talk about our project although don't expect me to do this shitty project." He said, putting his arms at the back of his head and his feet at the top of the empty table in front of well- us.

What is wrong with him?

Well what could I expect from him? He's a jock. This is so frustrating!

"No you have to do some parts or I'll tell Ms. Prescott." I crossed my arms and plastered a stern look on my face.

"You're such a good girl," he said cynically.

"Am not!"

"If I knew you better then I know you just want to have this as an excuse for you to spend time with me. But if you really need me to be a part of this then, we have to do it in my house," he smirked at me.

"First of all, I don't want to spend time with a player or more specifically you. And second, we can just do it here, we don't have to do it in your house." I said a determined look on my face, only to receive a chuckle from him.

There's no way in hell I'm going to his house.

"Where's the fun in there cupcake? Scared to enter a hot guy's house?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Yuck.

"First, don't call me cupcake, I'm not a dessert. Second, I'm not scared to enter your house, I'm scared to see a girl in your house. And lastly, sorry to hurt your ego but I've seen guys that are way hotter than you." I jabbed my finger on his chest.

He's smirk was replaced by a shocked look, his mouth is hanging open.

He opened his mouth to say something but he's been cut off by Ms. Prescott.

"Class, go back to your seats. Your project will be submitted on Monday, I will not accept late projects." Ms. Prescott said.

Everybody groaned and Ms. Prescott was about to say something when the bell rang. I quickly got up and head outside, but someone grabbed my arm and I yelped in surprise.

"In a hurry are we?" Carson said I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I removed my arm from his grip and turned around.

"What do you want from me?" I said, my voice a little bit whiny.

"When are we going to do the project?" He cocked his eyebrow questioningly.

"Later after school. Meet me at the coffee shop near the park." I said.

"I can't, I have football practice." He protested, "But-" he was cut off by an annoying voice.

"Hey baby," Rose purred.

Rose Hastings, the biggest slut and the bitch of our school.

Let me introduce her to you, guys.

She's from the popular crowd, captain of our cheerleading team. She probably banged almost all of the quarterbacks of our team.

She touched Carson's well built arms seductively. Carson opened his mouth to say something but Rose kissed him fiercely and roam her hands all over his body which made me shiver in disgust. It seems like i'm not even there.