6: Taylor

I was sitting in Ms.Merna`s class as she dragged on and on about the essay we had to have done by Monday. Ronny was pulling my hair in the chair behind me and some kid next to me was picking his nose. I close my eyes and lean my cheek against the palm of my hand as I block everything else out.

There were four periods left until I could head over to the little café five blocks from here. I sigh as I can practically taste the sweet mocha coffee and sweets against my tongue. My mouth waters as images of the baked goods enter my head. I can pretty much smell the coffee brewing. How I would give anything to have one right now.

"Taylor?"

"Taylor?"

"Ms.Lupus! Is my lecture boring you!?" I jump and look up to see Ms.Merna fuming in front of my desk. I raise an eyebrow up at her as I imagine smoke coming out of her ears. I cough to keep myself from laughing as I give her a blank look.

"Well?" she crosses her arms over her large fake breasts. How can they be that big and not make her go ass over tit?

"Yes miss, I find your lecture the most boring out of all the ones I`ve had today. I find it even more boring and irritating then gym class and that`s really saying something considering I despise it" her mouth falls open as I continue to speak "your voice is very annoying and sounds worse then nails on a chalk board or pigs being slaughtered. Your boobs are to fake and I`m amazed that you haven`t fallen face first into the dirt with how heavy they must be on your frail body. Your hair is very greasy and you always have it up in a bun that is obviously way to tight and makes you look like you have a reseeding hair line, which doesn`t look good on a woman in her early thirties. Must I go on?".

Ms.Merna gives me her best glare that would have me dead grandmother turning in her coffin. She stomps her heeled foot and points to the door.

"Get out of my classroom now and don`t come back you imbecile!"

My laughter floods the classroom as well as the laughter of the other students. Ms.Merna`s face has turned an unflattering shade of red as she looks around pointedly at everyone. She turns to look at me again and walks over to the side of my desk. She leans over and grabs the top of my ear and yanks up pulling me with her. I bite my lip to hold in the groan of pain as she walks me to the front of the classroom and to the door. I won`t let her have the satisfaction of seeing me whither in pain as her hold tightens on my ear.

"Get out! Get out! Get out! We`ll see who has the last laugh when your suspended for the rest of your life and cleaning gum and crap from the schools bleachers!". She lets go of my ear as she pushes me out of the classroom and into the hallway. Ms.Merna slams the door in my face and I chuckle as I pick up my discarded book bag from the floor near the lockers.

"Looks like someone needs to get laid. Desperately at that", I say to myself with a slight smirk on my face. My phone buzz`s in my pants pocket as I start making my way down the empty hallway and down the stairs. I reach my hand around and grab it. Looking at the flashing screen I grin as Ronny`s name appears.

OMG ya should have seen the look on Ms.Merna`s face! that was amazing T. She looked like somethin` outta cartoon -R.D

Nice to know I still have my touch and a way with words ;) -T.L

I won`t argue with ya on that one. Gotta go or miss will have my ass -R.D

Sighing, I slip my phone into my back pocket again. Speaking of ass`s, mines gonna get kicked when I get home when my aunt hears about this. Zavery`s never gonna let me live this down anytime soon. The bastard would have to be dancing in his grave for that to happen. I groan and walk out the schools doors and onto the pavement outside the gates. I`m dying for one of Marco`s famous coffees and a chocolate croissant with a side of fruit drizzled in maple syrup.

School can wait till tomorrow. Or until hell freezes over.

•••

”Hello madam! Back again I see?” Mr Sheamas says from behind the coffee maker. I smile and give him a kiss on his slightly wrinkled cheek as I make my way to a small table in the back corner.

”Of course Joey, I wouldn’t miss your coffee and sweet treats for the world” he smiles back and gets back to what he was doing after asking me if I’d like the usual.

I sigh and pull out the book from my bag while stretching my limbs and rubbing my hands. I examine them and sigh as the bruises had gotten more angry and blue and had spread past my knuckles leading down to my wrist.

No time like the present to reminisce about a good arse whooping I thought to myself while picking dried blood from underneath my finger nails.

“Here we go my lovely, enjoy” Mr Sheamas says brining over my favourite coffee and sweet treats, “it’s on the house sweet pea”, I blush and give him my thanks before breathing in the aroma of the delicious treats in front of me.

A little smirk takes place and I lean back and relax as I pick up my book and take a sip of my coffee, leaving little bits of foamy goodness as I go.