1 Chapter 1

I walked in class with my hood on, late as always. "Mr. Clark, you're late....again." Mr. Jones said while continuing to write notes on the board. "No shit Sherlock.", I muttered under my breath as I continued walking to my desk at the back of the class. I drop my book bag at my feet then I folded my arms and put them on my desk and lay my head down on them.

My name is Jason Clark. I'm the high school's badass. I don't listen to anybody (especially not the principal), I don't care about getting high grades or sports or joining a club. All I care about it making it out of here (even tho I got 2 more years left in this hellhole.) 

*ringgg*

"Ugh, I'm totally dreading math class next period.", I muttered to myself as i lift my head off my desk. I grabbed my book bag and was headed out the door, when  Mr. Jones stopped me. "Jason, this is the third time this week you've been late to my class.", Mr. Jones said without looking up from whatever he was writing on a pink slip of paper. I looked at him then looked up at the ceiling and let out a long breath, "I know Mr. Jones. It'll never happen again. I promise I'll remember to check my watch." I said in a smartass tone, tapping my imaginary watch on my wrist and holding it up to my ear. "I think it needs new batteries. You have any?" Mr. Jones finally looked up from the slip of paper and handed it to me. "Report to detention today directly after lunch." He said while handing me the detention slip. "Whatever." I muttered as I took the slip and crumpled it up and threw it in the trash on my way out of the room.

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I opened the door to my math class and walked inside; my teacher, Mrs. Summer, stopped what she was doing and look at me. "Jason, you're-" "I know, I know, I'm late." I said as I walked passed her and headed to my desk near the window. I put my book bag down and got my notebook and pencil out and started flipping through the pages of my drawings. There's a dragon with flames shooting from its mouth, a warrior kneeling before a throne, and a lot of guns and swords. I got to a clean page and was about to start on my new drawing when I heard the door open and in stepped the most stunning girl I had ever seen.