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He doesn’t miss my reaction. He turns to me and raises his eyebrow and quietly says, “I thought you didn’t know her.” I can see the humour in his eyes.
Asshole baited me.
He wanted a reaction. Which means he noticed in the car park as well. “Later,” I mutter to him watching Yasmin make her way across the room. I see her transform, her wall firmly in place. She marches straight up to Arden puts her hands on the desk in front of him and leans forward.
Giving us a full view of her chest.
“Chuck Bass called; he wants his bow tie back.” She doesn’t falter, looks him dead in the eye and winks.
The classroom erupts in a chorus of laughter. I nearly fall off my chair. No one besides us and Ally ever puts Arden in his place. It’s refreshing. The girl in front of me is slightly different to the one I met this morning. I can see some of her shyness, but she’s putting on a front. Standing her ground from the start. Letting people know she won’t take crap.
“You wound me,” Arden responds as he holds his hand over his heart. I notice Rhys is glaring at her. It causes me to sit a little straighter. That can’t be good, Rhys is broody and scary as hell. Him not liking someone never ends well for the other person.
Before I can overthink it, Ally pipes up.
“Yasmin, come sit with me. It’ll be nice to talk to a girl who doesn’t want to bone Arden.” She speaks loud enough to draw the attention of the other girls in the room. She gets many death stares, her dig obviously hitting its mark.
I relax a little as I watch Yasmin make her way to Ally and pull out the chair on the side farthest away from us.
Ally looks at me and winks.
Arden smirks and Rhys cools his expression. I know he’ll tell me what’s on his mind later. After looking around at my friends, I cast a quick look at Yasmin. She’s relaxing and chatting to Ally.
Ally says something and Yasmin smiles.
I’m fucked.
Chapter Four
Yasmin
Ally and I hit it off right away. I find it strange that she’s the only other girl that sits in the back row if the boys are in the classroom. It’s as if everyone is scared of them.
At first I was shocked by Arden’s comment, but I didn’t want to start off the day being walked all over, so I stood my ground and let some of my personality show.
It felt good to banter. It made me miss Smalls. Although, his banter is never sexual. Judging by Chase’s reaction to Arden’s comment, he knew exactly what he was doing with his comment.
It turns out Ally and I have all the same classes except Auto Shop. Her initial reaction was to ask if it was a mistake. When I told her that I love cars, she just grinned and pulled out her phone to send a message to someone.
Shop class is just before lunch and I have to get changed in the girl’s bathroom in the main building as I’m the first girl to take the class in quite some time. Ally leaves for her music lesson after pointing out which building I need to go to. She’s promised to meet me back at the bathroom to walk me to lunch.
The school’s not massive, easy enough to get around. Most of the classes are held in the main building. It’s understated and simple. I duck into the bathroom stall and change into my coveralls. As I walk over to the shop building, I send Millie a quick message.
Yasmin:Just checking in. How has your morning been? Love you.
I don’t wait for a reply because she should be in class. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I make my way across the grass and head into the Auto Shop building. Ally warned me that it was a small class. She wasn’t sure how the “horny teens” would behave around me.
The smell of oil permeates my nose. I take a deep breath and relax for the first time since I left Chase’s house this morning. The smells bring back memories of hanging out with Smalls in my garage.
The boys must still be getting changed as the only person in the workshop is Mr Williams. I took a lucky guess this morning when I met him in home room that he would be my teacher in shop. He’s older, maybe mid 50’s, on the shorter side, and most of his dark hair has turned grey. He has kind eyes though. I approach his desk in the corner of the room.
“Yasmin. I wasn’t sure if this was a mistake, I checked with the office earlier and they assured me that you requested to take this class. I don’t want to sound like a dick, but do you know anything about working on cars? This module isn’t just the mechanics, but it also touches on the fabrication side of things as well.” He looks a little worried, like he might have offended me.
“I’m not offended; it is a valid question. Yes, I know some things about working on cars. I helped restore my 1968 Volkswagen Beatle. It took years and she isn’t perfect, but she is mine and I am proud of what I achieved. I thought joining this class would help me learn from a professional to help me in the future if I ever decide to restore another car. I’ve already met the criteria to sit my final exams and graduate. I just wanted to do something I like before I commit to four plus years of law school.” He’s taken aback but recovers quickly. It’s evident that I’ve surprised him.
“I’d love to see your car one day Yasmin. You’ll have to bring her in to show us. I’m honoured that you want to join my class to learn. I’m happy to have you here. Who knows, you might be able to help keep these little shits in line.” He says as his smile reaches his eyes. In this moment, I believe him. He really is happy to have me in his class.
“Thanks Mr Williams. I can’t make any promises though.”
