Page 75 of Jain

His eyes narrowed as he looked away, probably more annoyed that I could empathise with him. "So fucking what?"

"So, you can be whatever you want to be.” I shrugged, sitting back and folding my arms. "You can go on benefits like your mother did."

"Are you calling her scum?" Kellan spat now, jumping up again.

"No, Kellan, and you know I'm not," I continued quietly. "Sit down."

He sat back down reluctantly before exhaling.

"Or you can do well in school, go to university and get a damn good job with tons of money. What do you think?"

"8 mile."

I looked at him in confusion before it dawned on me.

"The film?"

He nodded before leaning forward.

"Cus, he came from nothing, built himself up, and still fucked pretty girls." He smiled, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Fair point."

"So, what do we do now, you know my favourite film, and I'm bored. Why don't you tell me your favourite sex position? You look like a doggy kinda girl."

"Kellan! Come on; you can't be inappropriate like that. Stop, or I won't see you again," I warned as he began to smile.

"Oh, I like seeing you, Jain."

"Good. Now I've got some homework for you."

He snorted then as he burst out laughing. "Yeah, right."

"It's up to you if you do it—"

"Which I won't."

I eyed him carefully before I continued. "I want you to write about your favourite film."

"What? Write what?" Kellan said, and I shrugged.

"Write whatever you want. I just want to read it."

He stared at me before standing up and walking towards the door. "When are we next alone together?" He smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Be back here tomorrow, same time. With your homework, if you choose to do it."

"Nope. But I might be back. I like you."

With that, he walked away, calling someone's name immediately as he ran down the hallway.

"No running." I sighed to myself before sitting back and thinking about Kellan Clarke.

The door opened, and I looked up with surprise to see a young girl with bright blue eyes looking at me in confusion, a timetable clutched in her hand.

"Oh! Sorry Miss, I'm looking for a Mr Silver? I've got English next, and I've no idea where his class is. I'm new, and I've heard he is mean and—" suddenly, the girl started to cry, and I stood up, handing her a tissue from my desk.

She was startlingly pretty, and she must've been about Kellan's age.