One of the rules laid on me by the iridescent Amanda was that I shouldn't report to class late . The rules of In school suspension. Even with that little detail floating around inside my conglomerated mind , I risked a trip down the local gas station before driving off to school knowing I'd show up late.

But Einstein's theory of relativity, time is supposedly not real? It's just some concept human beings came up with so that they can have something to blame when they show up at an event later than expected. Like me , waltzing into my newly assigned, isolated monochromatic painted classroom  twenty five minutes late. I chose to blame time and whoever invented it.

Arms crossed underneath her breasts, fingers drumming against her upper arm impertinently with her five inch stilletoed foot tapping the marbled floor , I was accurately clued in on her angered mood , a product of my tardiness. And it didn't help that she was glaring directly at me as I stepped foot inside the emptied classroom.

Pretending to curtsy , I gave a regal bow to the seething lady.

" Good 'morrow, mademoiselle," in my butchered British accent.

Facing back up , she was definitely not into my little games, the joke having not reached destination. Still ,she wore that icy glare, nostrils flared ,her busty chest rising rapidly with each ragged breathe she took. I found myself gulping nervously, afraid she'd turn me into stone or something. Or worse, she uses her chair as a projectile and hurls it towards my beautiful unblemished face.

" My apologies for coming to class late but I actually have a pretty good reason as to why I am late," I dove into apologizing but her face remained undeterred, unmoved by my pathetic excuse of an apology. Fishing inside my half zipped backpack, I produced a red rose, it's leafy stem tickling my fingertips as I presented it to her .

" I was on my way to school when I saw this amazing piece of flora, staring at me from behind the unevenly cleaned glass window of this floral shop at the gas station and believe it or not....it sorta reminded me of you," Spicing it up with a wry smile , I held out the flower to her in hopes that she'd forget her anger for me and take it .
" So I decided to buy it for you. "

The silence was loud with her refusing to acknowledge the beauty of the flower in my hands' grip, her eyes like fiery daggers stabbing me with her glare and my stagnant form refusing to move a muscle.

" Isn't it amazing how its glossy petals are .....like the epitome of beauty?" I spoke poetically, my fingers lifting to caress said petals, its velvet texture reminding me of my grandma's hankie. The one she usually uses to wipe my nose as a gesture of 'love' . I hated how grammy babied me around. I'm seventeen years old grammy, not seven!

Amanda remained mute, although her eyes seemed to be addressing me with a vile message. If they could talk, I'm pretty sure they'd have insulted me in nine different ways. Those sensual eyes .... cerulean depths of magnificent beauty.

" Promise me ," I begun to talk, ignoring her death stares. " promise me that you'll take good care of this fragile piece of nature's beauty..... promise you'll keep inside a cute little vase, with water-"

" You are an annoying little fucker ,do you know that?" Her abrupt speaking caught me unawares as my eyes widened at her words.

" Amanda!" I gave a fake gasp , feigning shock . " Mind your language, please."

" Am I some kind of joke to you, Maxwell?" She asked, face still riddled with undescribable rage as she slowly advanced towards me. If I was a fraction wiser than any mankind, I would've bolted to the woods and never looked back 'cause I was certain she was going to slap me or something. But I remained stationary , like a grimly erected building against a blowing hurricane.

" Far from it, in fact, I would worship you if you gave me a chance....as long as christians don't hate me for it. So no, you're not a joke to me," By the time I'm done rambling that frivolous declaration, she was three feet away from my body. One silent sniff and my sinus had already registered her signature perfume. God she smelled heavenly!

" Why is it so hard for you to take me seriously, huh , Maxwell?" She lectured, eyes growing dark with anger. Damn I had done it this time! Usually she'd have dismissed my disrespectful attitude towards her but today, she chose a different approach. A scrupulous approach.

" I do take you seriously!"

" You don't!" Another step towards me and I swear our fronts were almost touching. Standing at dangerously closer proximities like this with her usually made me smirk at how short she was by comparison. Even with those four inch heels, she was still a head shorter than me. They really weren't exaggerating when they said short girl were fucking adorable and feisty. She was a living proof of that.

Charli is a bit taller than her but still. Both looked like angry chipmunks.

" Amanda-"

" It's Mrs Dawson! Call me Amanda again and I will castrate you," I blinked hard at that, taking an inadvertent step back, colliding with the door behind me effectively shutting it  with a sharp click sound.

" That's inappropriately of you to threaten a child like that, Mrs. Dawson," I replied, putting heavy emphasis on her name , to show my mockery towards her need for me to address her by her ex husband's last name . " Castrate me? Does the Board of Education endorse such punishment from the teaching faculty?"

" I couldn't care less what they endorse because you are pushing my buttons to dangerous places, " Her voice came out as a growl, stabbing her index finger over my chest as she spoke. Even through her blazing rage, I still sought her beauty and sensuality behind it. She became twice as hot under her mask of anger. I could feel myself getting slightly aroused by this. A naughty thought of us engaging in a steamy angry sex flashed behind my mind but soon discarded it as I recalled that she was my Best friend's mom.

" So you'd castrate me just for calling you by your name?" I asked, trying to hide my smile away from her to no avail. That seemingly pissed her off. " Should I test that theory?"

" Why are you late?" She barked, ignoring my previously asked question. It was rhetorical but still...it remained ignored.

" If I tell you, will you accept this beautiful rose that selfishly costed me today's lunch money?" Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and I had to resort to pouting my lips, trying on my puppy dog eyes in hopes of gaining favor from her .

" Talk then," She retorted.

I don't answer her immediately as my eyes raked her form in a slow scrutiny, searching her face, lingering on her most coveted assets,be it her plump full lips smeared elegantly with pink lipgloss that glistened enticingly or her tiny button nose nestled between her cute face....or her indigo blue eyes that prophesied wrath at the moment, undeniable a turn on for me. Gazing a few inches below her chin and I'm met with the teasing aerial view of her cleavage but let's not delve into that particular asset as of now. But still, I shameless looked and she registered that daring glance before pulling her collar above it in an attempt to cover it up. That failed terrible seeing as that shirt was designed to showcase a bit of cleavage. Might as well follow the rules of the shirt, Amanda.

" I slept through my alarm, that's why I'm late," I explained with a casual shrug. It was the truth anyway. Last night, I spent half the night loathing the words my father said to me during dinner time as he reprimanded me for the event that happened at school yesterday , me punching Leslie Jenkins and the ISS thing. The words he said.....they hurt.

I couldn't sleep well.

I wasn't going to tell Amanda about that though. She doesn't need to know about my fucked up relationship with dad. I have a feeling she has an inkling about our sour relationship but no need to get into unnecessary details of him calling me a loser or a pathetic excuse of a son.

Besides, I can handle my father.

" And you still managed to drive by the gas station to purchase a flower that nobody asked for?" She asked, eyebrow raised as she stared directly at the aforementioned flower.

" Do you like it?" I held it closer to her face, too close,she flinched her head back, grimacing at it.

" Max-"

" I bought it as an apology gift," I cut in.

"Apology gift?" She scoffed.

" Yeah, you know....like when you show up late to a math class- or any class at all, you carry an apple and place it on the teacher's desk as an apology gift?" Her face scrunched up in confusion at my explanation but shrugged it off nonetheless. To my utter surprise , Amanda lifted her hand and pried the flower off my fingers still not smiling whatsoever. She proceeds to roll its stem between her index finger and thumb in a slow rhythmic motion , watching it twirl around her playful touch before suddenly pointing me with it on my chin, its dry glossy petals brushing my chin in the process.

" You are on thin ice," she informed. " You can't afford to mess up . When I say be in class by 8:15 , I expect you to be seated five minutes before. Do I make myself clear?"

Instead of agreeing with her terms or even nodding my head in response, I open my mouth and the words ," You turn me on when you talk to me like that , you know... authoritative and bossy."

The look on her face testified to the fact that she wasn't pleased by that response. A hint of disgust clouding her as she looked me up and down contemptuously.

" That's another thing I forbide you from doing during this ISS period," she said after the beat of silence where she studied me with disdain.

" And what is that?"

" Hitting on me," That made me chuckle quietly, my gaze lifting to the ceiling with the fluorescent bulbs still flickering on with light. " Hit on me again and you'll regret even being born into this world . "

" I didn't ask to be born, that was mom and dad's decision," I replied. " and I don't think I'll be able to make that promise."

" It's not a promise, it's an order,"

" Well , promise or not, I don't think I'll ever stop hitting on you,"

" Should I tell your father about that?" She challenged with a smirk.

My breath hitched at that catching me unawares. I still hadn't fully recovered from last night's argument with my father so hearing Amanda bring him up in this conversation brought an unwelcomed feeling to me. Unfortunately, that tiny reaction didn't go unnoticed as Amanda's smirk broadened, her eyes twinkling at the aftermath of her question which was a look of displeasure from me. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of winning this. Recovering from that fleeting soured mood she'd placed me in by asking that question, my lips creased in a smirk . That brought a confused look from her, eyebrows furrowed.

" Go ahead, " I replied in a husky tone. " Tell him everything," And to enhance the mood , I leaned in to her , surprisingly she didn't flinch back or anything as my lips met with her left ear before whispering in a low tone ," Daddy's girl . "

Pulling back just enough to watch her expression, her gaze lost in a cloud of endless thoughts maybe because of what I had just whispered into her ear or the audacious act of leaning into her personal space, effectively invading it, of which I still was. I could smell her breath as she exhaled through parted lips , strawberry gum. Slowly, her eyelids flatter, eye lashes fanning her unseeing vision before her doe eyes lift to capture my eyes in hers. I couldn't tell whether my response had her displeasured or if it impressed her as a small wicked smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

" Take a seat so we can get this over with," She spoke and the warmth of her breath made my groin stir expectantly, imagining what her mouth tasted like .

Probably strawberries and something entirely Amanda.