Trouble

TROUBLE

A Novel By:

P.L. Jenkins

© P. L. Jenkins, 2014

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Published by P.L. Jenkins

Edited by Stephanie Christensen

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Dedication:

This should only have one person name on it and that would be my wonderful PA. She was begged to edit this for me, she stood by me from the moment I told her what I was working on, till the moment that I typed THE END. She received it and boy did she knock it out of the ball park with getting it to me on time. I owe her everything because of this book. She was my rock throughout this book. There are a lot more people to thank as I finished this story and they read it to help me but the main person is Stephanie. I love you Slut!

Also, I would love to thank all the readers out there that read my books and buy them. You are the reason I am still able to write wonderful stories and continuing this journey to a place that I have yet to see.

Last person would be my husband. He had to endure countless days and night where I was dead to the world because I refused to be here mentally. The time I asked him for advice and he came back with a true author husband response “Let her decide.” Talking about one of my characters when a decision I didn’t want to make in my book. I do hope that y’all take this book and fall head over heels in love with it. As I have never been connected to one of books as I was writing it as I did this one.

And I can’t forget my wonderful street team ladies who helped me out as well.

Oh I almost forgot about my one and only Hooker… Ashley as I stole her name and ran with it in this book. Taking our conversations and making them into this book. Love you and you will forever be my hooker. <3

CHAPTER 1

Have you ever done anything bad in your life? Have you ever lived on the wild side? Well that is what I have been doing in high school. Since ninth grade. Now here I was starting senior year not any different. I was a smart kid don’t get me wrong, but I’m also as bad as they come. My parents didn’t seem to care what I did as long as I got good grades and never got suspended, which was easy because my best friend Ashley’s mother is the principal. So we got away with a whole lot.

              “Hey where the hell have you been?” I look up as Ashley gets into my car. I’m picking her up for the first day of senior year and this year is going to be more epic and crazier.

              “Sorry, I had to take Mark to school as well since my parents haven’t got back yet.” I give her a hug. She wasn’t like most girls, I mean she wore the sexiest shit ever, but so did I.  She was almost identical in personality as me. I believe that is why we clicked like we did. She was my number one as I was hers. We never held secrets. She has medium dark brown hair and the bluest eyes you have ever seen…She is my height 5’4 and was just as tan. We made sure that we tanned everyday taking the weekends off to give us a natural tan not the fake orange tan. During the summer though we never tanned because we were always in shorts. Florida is a sunny state 365 days a year with the exception of rain, but even then it is still perfect.

              “Oh right! I forgot that mother and daddy dearest never come around. What are they going to do when we go up state to New York for college? Ship your brother to you to raise while they go about their lives as if they have no kids? Just dishing out money left and right?” This is why I love her, she knows everything and I wasn’t sure what they would do and I’m scared for Mark’s sake. They should have stopped at me, but nope they went ahead and had my brother who was only twelve, but still he can’t drive. If it wasn’t for Ashley’s family I would have never been able to get around or go anywhere.

              “I am not sure Ash, I am kind of hoping that they wake the fuck up and realize that this is happening.” We change the subject and start talking about everything we were going to do this year. We did it ever year. On the way to school we come up with awesome and crazy ideas and we always did them. We pull into the student parking lot, get out and start heading to our school for the last year. We live in Miami so it was a big city and the school alone was big, with three stories and the stupid bastards still only gave us five minutes to get to class. So needless to say fifty percent of the student body was late to every class, but as long as you’re not more than an extra five the teacher don’t care.

              “Well my first class is Eco government, what is yours Ash?” She wrinkles up her nose and don’t look pleased.

              “Mine’s fucking Math, I hate math.” We laugh and say our goodbyes, because her class was on the lower level and mine was on the third. I walk slowly into the direction of the stairs, we did have elevators, but since I started driving at fifteen I’ve been worried I’ll get lazy and that is by far the last thing that I need to happen. I have a killer body, I know, stuck up right? I don’t think so because I work hard to have this body. It was just an extra bonus that I didn’t get stuck with the genes of my mother. She has maybe size B breast as for me I support D size and I have a nice round juicy ass, my mom didn’t have shit. She did have the natural blonde beautiful hair and I was lucky to get these big blue eyes. I was making my up the stairs when I ran straight into a wall and fell flat on my ass, well I assumed it was a wall at how hard it was until I see a hand in front of me trying to help me up.

              “I can get up on my own, thanks, but no thanks.” I bark out as I gather my purse and binder next to me. I didn’t care I sounded like a bitch, but that’s who I am and everyone knows it. Well I figured everyone knew, but when I glance up and look at him he however did not. He looks confused, but yet disgusted at me. Good now he will know not to fuck with me. He’s wearing a sweater vest, who the fuck wears a damn sweater vests now days? Oh shit teachers do. I stand up and straighten my shorts and throw my purse over my shoulder before meeting his eyes again. He couldn’t have been much older than me, he looks so elegant and very handsome. If he is a teacher than we will have a problem, because he is defiantly the type I would do a one night stand with. His eyes are brown, a deep dark brown that almost look black at first glance. He supported a five a clock shadow, but it made him look more rebellious looking and less like a stuck up snooty teacher. He stood a good five inches above me and his hair looks almost wet still with its light brown shade and all messy like, I couldn’t help, but picture us in bed.

              “Sorry about knocking you over Miss. You should get to class before you’re tardy.” He’s gone just like that walking away I didn’t even get to flirt with him. Ass. I pull out my phone to text Ashley on my way to class. I walk through the doors to examine who would be in my class this year. I see a few people I didn’t know, but I see more of who I did. This will be a great class. I find a seat in the very back, as I make my way back there I notice a girl snag it before I make my way and then whisper something to the guy next to her. He stares into my eyes with humor and I want to laugh.  I walk right up to the desk and stare at her. She finally notice’s the boy John looking at me. When her eyes turn to me, she gives me the worst look that she could give me. The go away look.

              “Excuse me, you’re in my seat. You have about ten seconds to get your ass up.” I set my binder and purse down on the desk. I challenge her to talk. She gives me a wide eyed look, but then she regains her senses and did the one thing that you don’t do. Fuck with me! Everyone knows it, well that is except this bitch.

              “Umm this doesn’t have your name on it. Plus John and I were fine talking here in this seat, why don’t you go sit up front with the other ugly bitches. Right John?” She giggles and turn towards John who was giving her “I don’t know you look” I think it takes less than a second for the filter in my mouth to disappear.

              “Okay so you’re new. I’m going to let that slide for now, but listen real close you dirty whore.” I lean in farther so that way she knows the look in my eyes as I threaten her and make sure she knows how serious I am.

              “Next fucking time I tell you that this is my seat, your little whore ass better get up and move. Or I will forcefully move your ass not only from a chair or the classroom, no next time it will be from this school in a damn casket. Do you fucking here me?” I slam my fist down on the desk causing everyone in the room to stare at me. Determined by the bell that I just heard I have about two minutes before the teacher comes in and breaks it up. She was shaking so bad that she couldn’t move, I laugh at her before shoving her out of the seat and her shit too. I look over at John and kiss him before looking back at her to make sure she sees that she has no friends here.

              “Sorry.” She mumbles grabbing her things and walking to her seat.

              “Hey Little Whore.” She turns her cheeks were on fire staring at me.

              “Yes?” She squeaks out.

              “I am THE BITCH so next time you balls up to me, make sure you come back with an offensive word. And this is my school, not yours you white fucking trash whore.” Everyone starts laughing and I open my binder as she wipes away the falling tears.

              “Ms. Clark what did you just say?” I freeze with my head looking at the binder before raising my head up to meet who I already know is there. The voice was hypnotic to the T and I remember it came with sweater vest guy. It wasn’t the fact that I just been caught cussing, that didn’t bother me, it is the fact that I never wanted to fuck a teacher as bad as I did him right now. He was my mission and I never failed once and I wasn’t about to now.

              “Would you like me to repeat it Mr. Jones? I don’t mind at all.” I flash a smile at him and I see the humor light up in his eyes. He couldn’t of course show it out loud, because he’s the teacher, but inside I could see that it was funny.

              “If you feel the need to Ma’am than go right ahead. I will however this time will have to write you up.” He cocks his head to the side and then went into the role of the fucking teacher.

              “Oh well I wouldn’t want that on the first day Sir. As long as Ms. Little Whore here understood what I said.” I glare at her as she turns her head to look back at me and slowly nods her head in agreement. I turn back to him and see that he’s no longer happy with me anymore.

              “I will write you up Miss Clark if you do one more ugly outburst like that again.” He glares at me with evil eyes and I just want to fuck him, ugh!

              “I AM SORRY Mr. Hottie I won’t do it again, well that you will know of.” I wink at him before pulling out my phone to text Ash the events that went on. I hit send just as the bell rang and time for home room which lucky enough for Ash and me we have Mr. Hottie’s class. I don’t get why I am attracted to him though I mean we have had tons of younger subs and teachers before, but never have I sought out to do anything, but now I wasn’t going to stop at nothing. I stayed in my seat waiting for Ash to get in here and see him. Mr. Jones was sitting behind his solid cherry oak desk that was directly angled in front of the row that I was sitting in. I couldn’t help, but stare at him there is something about him that intrigues me so much.

              “Hey bitch, what are you staring at?” Ash is walking towards the back to me and it makes me whip my head in her direction.

              “Miss. Rogers, like I told Miss. Clark I will not allow that kind of language in my class room. Consider yourself warned next time is a write up. Do you understand?” I bust out laughing because I couldn’t stop myself from the look on Ash’s face. I can tell she was not expecting that.

              “Whatever you say Mr. Hottie.” She winks at him and he gives her a weird look that I haven’t seen before.

              “Ladies I do have a name. Mr. Jones, please reframe from calling me Mr. Hottie please.” We give him the most whatever look; he rolls his eyes and goes back to writing something on the board.

              “Oh my god Lannie you didn’t tell me exactly how hot Mr. Jones was. Wow. I want him, can I try first?” I laugh at her, but really didn’t want her too, but what choice do I have? He wasn’t my property. I wonder how old he is.

              “I don’t care, you can sure try, but I can’t promise you that I won’t be going after him as well.” I wink at her and she starts laughing. As the students start pilling in, I can’t help not to pull my gaze away from the one person I had wished moved four years ago, yet every year I see him waltz in a class we have with the flavor of the month in his arms. This month it’s Catrina Sanchez the most stuck up slut in senior class. She is a goody two shoes and all the guys have been in her. Literally. Now he on the other hand held my heart at one time Evan Edwards. He was so sweet when I first met him and we dated all of eighth grade, until I caught him fucking some whore then I went into a mood that eventually corrupted my best friend Ashley and together we set out to destroy everyone in our path. No matter what or who they were. Catrina hates me, I have kicked her ass a totally of five times in three years. She’s finally taking the hint and stopped talking shit about me or so I thought. She’s now glaring at me with Evan on her side; really she thinks that he is a prize. So yeah I’m a bitch because my heart was crushed and I vowed to never be that lame again. Ashley’s a bitch as well only because she finally grew a back bone and kicked her ex-boyfriends ass after he slept with her cousin. Like who does that?

              “Oh what Miss. Bad girl isn’t going to say anything to me? Is it because of the teacher? That has never stopped you.” Catrina has balls I have to admit, because I thought that she had gotten the hint, but you know you can never be a hundred percent sure. I stood up, shoved my chair away and stare at Catrina’s big ass hazel eyes, they look terrified.

              “You are a fucking cunt licker. I told you next time I wouldn’t go easy, well fucker its next time.” Before I can make it to her I was yanked up and over someone’s shoulders and shoved out into the hall. I couldn’t stop yelling which causes a hand to go over my mouth. I slapped the person as soon as I was put on the ground and looked up to see those damn brown eyes.

              “Why did you do that” I glare up at him, I hate tall men that make it where you feel like a child being told something bad. That’s what this looked like. I wasn’t short 5’4 average, but damn he has to be at least 6’2 He was tall.

              “I was trying to keep you from getting suspended on your first day of school.” He glares at me with his nostrils flaring and I know that he’s right. My mom didn’t care that I fought, but she did care about the suspension ratio and wants me to at least chill down a bit.

              “Ugh! Fine, but next time you better be quicker than me because there will be no fucking words.” I shove him out of the way of the door and go in to the class room. This time Catrina glances at me, but has tears in her eyes.

              “What Miss. Bad Ass get scared? This was your one and only freebie next time I will beat the shit out of you!” I throw myself into the chair as Mr. Jones comes walking back inside glaring at the class. I for one was not caring as I sat there pondering on how I can kick this girls ass without being noticed. I was out for blood now and I want hers. I was handed a piece of paper and looked to see who gave it to me and it was Evan, what the fuck is this? I crumbled it up and threw it at his head, when he looks back to me I flipped him the fuck off. Ashley busts out laughing which in return causes me to laugh, so here we are laughing waiting on the damn teacher to cool down to talk to us.