Baby I'm A Sinner

Chapter 6

“So what was that rumor you said you heard about me?” he asked once we started walking up the stairs.

“What are you talking about?”

“You said that the rumor was true.”

“Oh yeah. I heard that you went to jail once.”

“That’s not true.”

“But you said-“

“I went to jail four times.”

“Whoa, what?”

He nodded. “Once for assaulting an officer while drunk, two times for underage drinking and once for vandalizing the school.”

“Oh God you got arrested for vandalizing the school before?”

“Yeah. Last year actually. Senior prank. Why do you think they got two security guards instead of just one?”

“This is crazy. You’re crazy.”

“What other rumors did you hear about me?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I just want to hear the s**t people talk about me.”

We started walking on the second flight of stairs, and soon enough, we stopped in front of a classroom.

“Hey, I used to have algebra here in the tenth grade.”

“Yeah, well, I suck at math so.”

“Anyway. I heard that you um, slept with a teacher-Ms. Lancaster actually. That’s why she got fired.”

“That’s true.”

My eyes widened I guarded the door while he walked over to the desk. He shook the graffiti can quickly before writing ‘YOU SUCK d**k’ over the blackboard, in block letters.

“Don’t you think the teacher will figure it out?”

“Nah, a lot of other people hate him.”

Once he was done with the graffiti, he kneeled down behind the desk and opened the drawer, before pulled out one of the liquid pink chalk packs from his pockets and started working on it. He asked me to walk over and give him some light from my phone.

“So how is that supposed to work?”

“The next person to open the drawer will have a gross pink liquid explode in his face. I got algebra first period tomorrow, so it should be fun.”

“How do you even know to assemble something like that?”

“It’s not that difficult. I looked it up on google anyway.”

“Of course. Hey-is it true you slept with twenty girls in our school?”

“No. I only slept with fourteen girls and three boys.”

“So seventeen people.”

“Well, if you count blowjobs and stuff like that then twenty-two.”

“And by blowjobs you mean you received them or gave them?”

“I don’t give blowjobs because I have a horrible gag reflex. Receiving them is a whole other story.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Yeah you are. You’ve never given a blowjob before.”

“I think we already established that.”

“We didn’t actually.”

“Oh.”

“It’s cute though.”

“What? That I’m a loser who hasn’t done anything s****l?”

“It’s not really something to be ashamed of. Some girls want to wait until marriage.”

“Yeah well I don’t. I just need to find a fool who will do it with me and get it over with.”

“I could f**k you if you want.”

I choked on air. “What?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind. I’ve f****d virgins before.”

“You sound like a prostitute. And I don’t really like your jokes.”

“Why would you think it’s a joke?” he asked and stopped working on the strings he’d attached to the drawer and the pack containing the liquid. He looked up at me.

“Because it’s…I know-whatever. I don’t like talking about it.” I mumbled and self-consciously pulled my shirt downwards.

“You’re not fat.” He said out of the blue a few seconds later when he’d started working again.

“What?”

“You’re not fat. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Yeah. Okay.” I said sarcastically, feeling my cheeks heat up.

He didn’t respond to that but I bit my lip and took his words as a compliment.

“Then what did you say to Liam that day I wore leggings in P.E.?”

“What? You still remember that?”

“I remember every single hurtful thing someone has ever said to me.”

“I told him that your legs look really good and I would mind having them wrapped around my head.”

“Wrapped around your head?” I asked confused, profoundly blushing already.

“Yeah. You know, as I go down on you?”

“Oh.”

Oh

He probably says that to all the girls

“Okay, done.” He said a minute later before carefully closing the drawer and wiping his palms on his jeans.

“Great. Now can we go-“

“There’s one more locker on the first floor I need to take care of.”

“Oh God. Whose is it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Okay then.”

I followed him down to the first floor, dimly lighting our way with the lantern App on my phone. He stopped in front of the locker he already knew the combination to and quickly started working on the trap.

“You really don’t care if you get in trouble, do you?”

He shook his head.

“I got the money to get out of it, so why should I care?”

“Well I do-if I get caught vandalizing the school then that’s it for me.”

“Calm down, we won’t get caught.”

I looked around to make sure he was right, before turning back to him.

“Almost done.” He said and once the string was attached to the door and the cap, he closed the locker carefully.

“So do I know the person you plan on pranking?”

“You do. He’s kind of an asshole so.”

“Oh. Okay. I guess-“

I froze when I heard footsteps approaching and saw one of the guards at the end of the hallway.

“Shit.” Noah muttered under his breath before he told me to run. So I did. I ran after him as fast as I could, with the guard right behind us, yelling at us to stop. Like that would work.

Noah did a couple of confusing turns (and it seemed like he knew the school really well), before he pulled me into a room that smelled like sweat-the boys’ locker room.

“Come with me.” He said and gripped into my wrist, pulling me after him as he quickly walked over to hide behind a set of lockers. We heard the guard coming in and setting light over everything in the room.

“We need to run again.” Noah informed me and before I even had time to catch my breath, he took off again. He was sure enjoying this more than needed.

The guard yelled again once he heard us run off behind him, out of the locker room and into the hallway. I followed Noah down the hallway before he turned left and pulled me in a tight space between two separate lockers at the end of the hall.

I had trouble evening my breaths and my heart was threatening to pound directly through my ribcage because of the sudden rush of adrenaline.

I was then aware of Noah pressing me against the wall so we could fit better in the space, and okay, our chests were pressed against each other.

“Shh.” He whispered, barely audible and his breath smelled like f*****g cigarettes mixed with some kind of sweet energy drink. “Calm down.”

“I’m trying.” I whispered back and I heard the guard approaching. If he’d look to the right as he passed us, he’d definitely see us.

I closed my eyes when he was directly next to us, but to my surprise he continued walking, not even bothering to look to his right or left. What a stupid man.

I looked up at Noah, whose hands were both on either side of my head, and he was towering over me in sort of a protective stance that was really attractive to me for some reason.

“He’s gone.” He said but didn’t move an inch.

“I know.”

Our noses are touching

Our noses are touching

OUR NOSES ARE TOUCHING

I was freaking out because I hadn’t had a boy so close to me since I broke it off with Sam. Well, truth or dare at parties didn’t count.

“You’ve kissed a boy before, right?” he asked, lowering his head and our lips brushed as he did so.

“Yes. You asked me that before.” I said, too afraid to move.

“When?”

And with that, he pulled back.

“At the party a week ago.”

“Oh. I got too drunk and didn’t remember anything really so.”

“That’s great.”

“I enjoy your sarcasm.” He said sarcastically.

“Ditto.”

He stepped backwards, suggesting that we should head back because it was already past 1am. We sneaked out through the back once again, trying not to get caught.

He helped me over the fence and soon enough, we were back to the car, happy that we hadn’t been caught.

“See? It wasn’t that bad now was it?” he said and leaned against the car, fishing a cigarette pack out of his jacket.

“I guess not. I’m curious to see what happens tomorrow though. I still think he’ll figure it out though.”

“So?”

I shrugged. “What if you get suspended?”

“It’s not like it’s the first time it would happen.”

“You’ve been suspended before?” I asked.

“Yeah. Twice.”

“Oh my God, what did you do?”

He placed a cigarette between his lips, before offering me one. I took it and did the same thing as he did a few seconds prior. He then lit up his, before lighting up mine.

“I got in a fight in sophomore year, and then I cursed in class pretty badly.” He said nonchalantly, letting out the first smoke.

“Oh. And what did your parents say?”

“They didn’t really care anyway so.” He answered.

I felt kind of bad for him because his parents were probably rarely home due to their jobs. Then again, I wished my parents weren’t home that often either; I could use some time away from my mother.

“So you’re into smoking now?”

“Not really. I tried buying cigarettes the other day but they asked for my ID, which is rubbish. But I like them, they’re relaxing.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re the youngest in our year, right?”

“Right.” I said, blushing. “My parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to school at six years old.

“You were six when you got in the first grade?”

“Yeah. Well, then I turned seven in February. And don’t you dare laugh at me or I’ll fight you.”

He snorted. “You can’t fight me, you’re too small.”

“Excuse you? I’m 166 centimeters tall.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.” He said sarcastically, before taking another drag. “I’m 183.”

“That is a lot. It’s like…six feet?”

He laughed. “I know. I’m tall.”

“It’s good if boys are tall, don’t worry.”

“Is it?” he asked, as if he didn’t already now. “And why would that be?”

“Because…I don’t know. If you have a girlfriend…or a boyfriend and you kiss them it’s cute if they’re smaller because they have to stand on their tiptoes.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.

“Or when you hug. It gives a feeling of protection if you’re taller.”

“Do you think you need a boyfriend to do all that?”

“You’ve had a tall boyfriend before?”

“Yes. But it was like, in eight grade.”

“Eight grade? With who?”

“Um, Sam Craske. He doesn’t go to our school.”

“I think I know him. He comes by the skate park sometimes. He has tattoos right?”

“Probably. He used to tell me wanted tattoos but couldn’t because he wasn’t eighteen yet.”

Noah snorted. “I got my tattoos when I was fifteen.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Mhm. And the piercing when I was sixteen.”

“Why though?”

He shrugged. “Because I felt like it.”

“What does your tattoo say?” I asked, pointing to the small, black Arabic letters that poked out from his sleeve.

“Not important.”

“So it must be something really deep then.”

He didn’t comment any further.

“So have you ever had a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“You could say that.”

“Carly?”

“Mhm. She broke up with me because she fell in love with me.”

“She told you?”

He nodded.

“And what did you say?”

“What was I supposed to say? I wasn’t in love with her, so that was the end of it. And do you think you need a boyfriend to do all that? The whole kissing thing.”

“Well, yeah?”

“Have you ever heard of friends with benefits?”

“Yeah, I saw the movie.”

“They did everything couples do except of the whole ‘feelings’ bullshit.”

“Then what’s the fun in it?”

“That’s exactly it! You have fun and there are no complication.”

“In the movie they ended up falling in love.”

“It’s a movie, real life is different. I had four different friends with benefits in the past five years and they all ended up just fine.”

“Really? And who ended it exactly?”

“I did.”

“Why?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Because I got bored of them.”

“So you’re telling me you never had feelings for any of them?”

“I’ve never had feelings for anyone. It’s stupid. Why would you waste your time and energy on someone, just to break up with them in the future?”

“What if you don’t break up?”

He snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“You know there are married people in this world, right?” I asked sarcastically.

“Some people sure. But there are also people who get divorced because they get bored.”

“People get divorced because some cheat.”

“And why do people cheat? Because they get bored.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So you’d never have a friends with benefits kind of thing.”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I don’t really have boys lining up for me.” I said jokingly, even though it was sadly true.

He didn’t say anything after that. We finished the cigarettes one minute later, and squished them with our feet before we got back into the car.

“I’m so tired right now.” I said and yawned, probably making the ugliest face ever.

He stopped in front of my house and I thanked him for bringing me home (?), before I got out of the car and walking over to the gate.

He waited until I got inside before driving off, and I was glad that his car didn’t do much noise, or else my parents would have woken up and lost their s**t.

As I changed back into my pyjamas that night, I couldn’t keep a smile off my face and replay everything in my head, because I had finally done something reckless. With a guy, who also happened to be every girls’ secret wet dream in our school.

***

“Did you hear that Noah got sent to the principal’s office?” Jake asked me during the first break the next morning. I was still tired and grumpy because I’d barely gotten any sleep.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know. But they called him through the speakers a few minutes ago. Seriously, where were you?”

“Dozing off in geography.”

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go and see what the whole deal is.”

“Jake I’m really not-“

“Come on, Tyler won’t mind if we run a bit late.”

“You mean Mr. Flack?”

“Yeah, why not?” he said and winked at me, before he started walking towards the principal’s office, which was on the first floor.

Once we got there, we could see that there were quite a lot of people trying to pretend like they weren’t there to see what was going on.

“Do you see anything?” Jake asked Lucas, who was already looking through the window, trying to see something. It was kind of hard due to the blinds.

“No. There’s that annoying algebra teacher we had in year ten. And he’s covered in pink slime oh God! And Noah is on the other seat…they’re arguing.”

“Exfuckingcuse me!” someone yelled from behind us and I placed a hand over my mouth when I saw Sean walking towards the door to the office, also covered in pink slime.

Why would Noah put pink slime in Sean’s locker? Weren’t they good friends?

Sean knocked on the door and didn’t even wait to be invited in, before he opened the door himself and walked in. He didn’t bother to close the door and tried to ignore everyone who was snickering behind him.

“Someone made a bad joke!” he exclaimed, pointing to himself.

“Mr. Black, we were just having a talk with Mr. Hudson here, who is suspected for pulling the same prank on Mr.-“

“Why would I put explosive liquid in my friend’s locker?” Noah asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Someone did a really disgusting thing and instead of interrogating Noah you could maybe-“ Sean started and I shook my head, because of course he would manage to get out of it.

“Mr. Black-“

“No! If someone doesn’t pay for this joke I will call my parents!” Sean exclaimed and I had to bite my lip from laughing because come on.

“Well then. I believe we can dismiss Mr. Hudson and you can tell me more about the students you suspect, Mr. Geller?”

Mr. Geller sighed and nodded. Noah stood up from the chair and left the room without as much as a goodbye.

“Nice color mate. Looks good on you.” Noah said and patted his shoulder.

“Why the f**k would someone put explosive chalk in my locker?” Sean asked, staring at his slimy hands.

“Maybe because you call girls fat.” Noah answered and Sean looked confused. “Just saying.”

And with that he was gone, but the smile on my face wasn’t for the rest of the day.

***

It was two weeks later that I was informed about Noah having another party. Jake asked me (where, more like demanded) to go two days beforehand, and I had to say yes.

“What’s the occasion for the party?” I asked and sat down at the lunch table across from him.

“No occasion. Just for fun.” Harry said and sat down next to me, knocking our trays together as he did so. “He throws a party at least once a month for no reason. He has too much money and weed just for himself.”

I rolled my eyes just as Emma and Carly joined us.

“Oh, speaking of-“

“Hey.”

I looked up to see Lucas stopping next to me with a tray of food in his hands.

“Hi.” I said, confused as to why he was talking to me. Maybe he greeted Harry?

“So I talked to the manager and they said that if you can work a register and resist the urge to steal money, you can work at the record store.”

“That’s it? With no interview?”

Lucas shrugged. “They were looking for someone anyway, they would’ve hired anyone who could work without really interviewing.”

“And um--does it pay well?” I asked, a bit embarrassed.

“Is twelve pounds an hour alright?”

“That’s great.” I smiled. “Thanks Lucas.”

“See you after school then. Harry can drive us right pal?” he asked and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry nodded and smiled, leaning into his touch too obviously. Lucas pulled back at that and smiled once more before he walked away towards the ‘popular table’.

***

“Are you going to the party later?” Jade asked me and slipped her head through the crack of the door.

I was on my laptop so I stopped procastrinating on Tumblr to look up at her.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I was wondering if you had like, maybe a tight skirt I could borrow?”

“Uh, sure? Why? Wait. Are you trying to impress a guy?” I asked smirking and pushed the laptop off my lap, before getting up from the bed and walking over to my closet.

“Well…sort of.” She mumbled and stepped into my room, closing the door behind herself.

“Okay so I got a black one and a red one? Why one would you like?”

“Black one.” She answered and sat down on the bed, putting a leg under herself.

I threw it at her before picking my own clothes because it was starting to get late and Zack was coming to pick us up in an hour.

“So what do you think?” I asked, holding out the clothes I wanted to dress up with in front of her. A pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Little Black Dress shirt, and a leather jacket.

“What the f**k is that? It won’t even show off your boobs!”

“That’s exactly the point!”

“And why would you wear long shirt with jeans? You know that’s supposed to be a dress, right?”

“It’s short.”

“It reaches your upper thighs and goes over your ass. It’s a dress.”

I sighed.

“Well I’m going to wear it with these ripped skinny jeans and the black sneaker wedges. And the leather jacket.”

“I agree with everything, except of the shirt. If you don’t want to lose the jeans, then go with a tank top or something.”

“I like my choice of clothing.”

“Fine. Do you want me to do your makeup? I mastered the art of winged eyeliner.”

“Sure.” I smiled. “’m gonna go shower now and then you can.”

She nodded and told me that she’ll get changed since all she had wrapped around her body was a short towel.

When I came out of the shower, she was already on my bed, dressed in a tight blouse and the skirt, a pair of black pumps resting by the foot of the bed.

“So who are you planning on hooking up with tonight?” she asked once I sat down in front of her on the bed.

“What? No one worth mentioning.”

“Dani.” She said squinting her as at me and opening her make up kit.

“Fine. Well--I don’t know. Noah?”

“Noah Hudson?”

“Are there more than one Noah’s in our school?”

She shook her head. “I think Luke wants to hook up with you.”

“Luke Black?” she nodded and gripped into my chin, the other hand already holding the eyeliner.

“Close your eyes and stay still. And yes, I heard him talk to Noah about it today at practice.”

“I thought he wasn’t on the team.”

“He’s not, but it was during the ten minute break we always get and he came by.”

“And what did he say?”

“He asked Noah how you snogged because he thought Noah hooked up with you before. Okay, open your eyes.”

“And what did Noah say?”

“He said that he didn’t hook up with you but you look like a good time.”

“He said that?”

“He did.” She repeated.

“And what did Luke say?”

“He just nodded and thanked him. So maybe you should shave for tonight.”

“I shave every week so I’m good. But…I don’t think we’ll do anything if we actually hook up. The farthest we’ll go is probably some under the shirt action.”

She snorted.

“Mhm, Sure.”

“I’m serious! I’m not that easy.”

She shrugged. “You’d look cute together. I think he likes you.”

“What?” I laughed. “Why would Luke like me?”

“I just have a sixth sense about things like these.”

“Oh you do? What do you think of Lucas and Harry?”

“What about Lucas and Harry?”

“Do you think they have something-“

“Oh definitely.”

I smiled, "Me too.”

“Carly and I call them Larry.”

“Larry?”

“You and Luke would be Ruke.”

I scrunched my nose up. “That sounds--ugly. So tell me about the guy you want to impress tonight.”

“I’ll tell you if anything happens.”

“Okay then.” I said, pouting.

“Don’t pout now, let me do your lashes and then we can go.”

After she applied some mascara on me, I looked in the mirror and thanked her for doing my makeup.

“We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.” Jade told my parents when we got downstairs a few minutes later.

“Why?”

“It’s a sleepover kind of thing. Goes on until the morning.” She explained as she put her coat on.

“Okay then. Take care and call me if you want me to come pick you up.” My dad said, looking at me.

Why was he looking at me?

I rolled my eyes and said goodnight, before I followed Jade out of the house. Zack was already waiting in front of our gate. Jade and I got into the backseat, next to Jake and Emma. Carly was in the front seat, smiling and greeting us as soon as we opened the door.

“b***h, your makeup is an A plus tonight.” Jake complimented.

“Thanks, I can see your n*****s through that tight shirt.”

“That’s what I was waiting for.” He smirked and winked.