Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 2

I had no idea which classes I would have with the two of them, but I really hoped Sexual Education was one of them because it was always funny for some reason.

"Hey did he also tell you if we'd get new kids?" Emma asked.

"We won't get 'new kids', but Noah Hudson got held back in English. I frowned. "Didn't he go to summer school?"

"Of course not, he's too cool for that." Emma said and sipped on her drink.

I shook my head, annoyed. Noah Hudson had been the captain of the football team for two years now, and apparently he'll make it three years. His parents were filthy rich and he drove a Bentley; that was all I knew about him.

"What do his parents do?" I asked.

"His mother's a surgeon and his dad's CEO of an insurance company. He's literally swimming in money, it's kind of annoying."

"Yeah but I heard that he absolutely hates it. Like, his parents are never home and he got raised by maids so that's why he's such an asshole." Emma added and Jamie nodded, confirming her words.

"I've never spoken to him in my life and I never plan to." I told them, finishing my muffin and crumpling the paper up in a small ball.

"Bitch if he as much as threw a look in your direction you'd be soaked."

Emma laughed and I couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"So I've made my fucket list for this year." Jamie changed the subject and I snorted. The 'fucket list' as he called it, was a list that had the top three guys he'd like to fuck by the end of the year.

"Let's see it then." Emma said and pulled the paper away from him. "Luke Black, Noah Hudson? They're not even gay, Jamie."

"Pardon me, I saw Noah snog Liam last year at a party."

"Liam's not gay either, I can assure you," she said and we both looked at her weirdly.

I usually didn't go to the big parties the 'cool kids' would throw, mainly because I wasn't invited. Jamie however did, because his brother Zack was both Noah's best friend and on the football team. They didn't get along that well, they were kind of like Jade and I; a love/hate relationship.

"Either way, I'll at least suck-" Jamie started."Okay, don't, we're eating." Emma gagged and looked back on the small list. "One of the new gay teachers? How do you know any of them swing that way?"

"Are you kidding? I bet you fifty pounds one of them is gay. A hundred percent. Probably the married one."

I shook my head and finished my drink, sighing.

"I'm just not emotionally and physically ready for school."

"It's senior year! Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be!" Jamie said excitedly.

I huffed, although I agreed with him. This was my senior year and even though all I needed to do was make it out alive, I had to have some fun before I was officially and adult and my life would be flooded with responsibilities.

We went to the park for two more hours after we finished breakfast and I ended up being home by one, since I had an appointment with Jade at the hair salon. I was going to get my hair dyed light brown instead of my natural almost black color.

Jade was also a senior whereas my brother had just finished high school and was going to study law at Manchester University.

That evening after Jade and I came back from the salon I spent about three hours on Tumblr, avoiding responsibilities. Eventually showered and got in to bed, knowing I wouldn't be able to get up the next morning.

***

The first thought that went through my head that Monday morning after I'd turned off the alarm was 'fuck'. Today was the day officially the first day of senior year, which meant seeing all the other kids, doing work that I didn't want to and studying that had to be done against my will.

I knew the day was going to be a disaster, starting with me almost breaking my nose as I literally tripped over London-my overweight Persian cat-trying to get out of bed.

She stared up at me with a bored, annoyed expression and I had never related to a cat more in my life than in that moment. She understood me, it was good to know.

"Yes, I'm not in the mood for today either." I told her as I scrambled up to my feet and walked over to the closet.

And now I'm having a completely normal conversation with my cat

I picked out a pair of blue skinny jeans and a Ramones sweater before I booked it to the bathroom, outrunning Jade who was just coming out of her room too.

"Not fair!" she yelled from outside the door.

¬¬¬"Deal with it!" I yelled back and locked it.

Everyone started whispering and gushing over him while Mr. White turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard. It was 2014 and our school still used a blackboard instead of a whiteboard. Amazing.

"So before I tell you a bit about myself I'm going to call out your names to see who's present."

Mr. White looked for something through his briefcase and finally pulled out the attendance sheet.

"Luke Black?" Mr. White started, looking around the room until his eyes fell on Luke, who raised his hand.

I didn't really talk to Luke because he was in the 'popular' group of our school except for the one time we were assigned to a project in French together. He was really nice, unlike his brother Sean, who had a mouth bigger than his dick. They were the masculine version of the Edwards sisters. Not to mention that their parents had more money than they could possibly spend.

I swear to God our school was filled with rich snobs that didn't get into private school because they were too dumb.

"Noah Hudson?" Mr. White continued and looked around the room, but no one answered. He sighed and moved on, mumbling something under his breath.

"Zachary Macqueen?"

Zack raised his hand from his seat in second row. I could say that I was somewhat friends with him; even though he was on the football team he was one of the (few) smart people at our school. He could draw really well from what I'd seen and didn't talk to people unless he was friends with them.

"Danielle Piper?"

I raised my hand and tried to seem calm when everyone turned their head to stare at me.

"Emma Smith?" Mr. White called out and Emma smiled while keeping her hand up.

Was it just me or did he stare at her longer than necessary

"Harry Sampson?"

Harry raised his hand and kindly smiled.

I liked Harry; he was nice to everyone and always wore headscarves with plaid shirts. We were pretty good friends and he usually sat at our table during lunch. He always told the worst jokes but we would laugh anyway because they were just that bad.