The New Girl

Love Fucking Sucks

I feel Mr Bedford's eyes on me all lesson as he talks and I doodle on my page, not really caring what he's saying however his accent did fascinate me. The bell rings, making me look up and everyone begins to leave.

"Hayley, can you stay behind for a minute?" Sir asks.

"Umm sure." I reply, sheepishly walking away from the door and back over to him.

"So how good are you on guitar?" He asks.

"Pretty good but I have an interest in something else in this lesson." I answer.

"Hayley-"

"I felt you watching me, you feel the same."

Quickly, Mr Bedford dives his lips down and places a short but pleasurable kiss on my lips. "I'm s-sorry." He stutters. "That was very unprofessional."

"No." I say, locking our fingers together. "I liked it."

Someone walks past outside the window and Sir quickly pulls me down to the ground with him as we duck out of sight. I look to him, his eyes show concern but also interest. I knew he wanted the same as me but he was afraid of being caught.

"I won't tell if you don't." I said in a hushed voice, placing my hands on his cheek on shoulder. The two of us leant towards one another to continue but suddenly, the fire bell goes off and the sprinklers turn on, really cooling down the hot moment. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He questions.

Clearly, something didn't want this to happen.

We both get up, fixing ourselves before heading out the room. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"To the field." He replies.

"To fuck?" I question, cluelessly.

"No. It's where everyone has to go when there's a fire." He replies with a hint of laughter in his voice which he tries to hide.

Once we arrive on the field he tells me to line up with the last class I was in, which happens to be music. I stand at the back and tap my foot.

"Hey." Someone whispers.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Carter." He replies.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"You don't come across as the good girl like your friends, a few of us are leaving, you in?"

"Hayley." Harris says, shaking his head.

I dart my eyes forward to see Mr Bedford watching me like a hawk. "Let me guess, you're the trouble makers?"

"Yes, we're the bad guys." He says with his group behind him, all wearing leather jackets.

"You can't be worse than the guys I already know." I say. "I'm in."

"Hayley don't." Harris speaks up.

"Shut it ferret." Carter says, raising a fist.

"Punch him and you're dead." I snap, latching my hand to his wrist and coming between them.

"Sticking up for you boyfriend?" A guy questions.

"I'll be sticking something up you in a minute." I snap.

"Come on." Carter says, leading me up the back of the field. I check back at Mr Bedford who takes a few steps to stop us but the principal begins talking to him. Giving us the great escape.