No More Time; Jordan

[Cailana Morrow]

I walked into the classroom and looked around, glad no students were here. I grab the packets off my desk and place them on each desk before getting another packet and continuing to pass them out. A growl escapes me as the bell rings and I walk to the board, writing on it that the students had to stay silent and if anyone spoke they failed. It was a quiz and this was what the teacher wanted me to do so I was going to do it. Love me or hate me, it was time I became strict. I sit in the chair and open the laptop, typing on it as the students came in, the scratch on my eyebrow stitched together.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I saunter down the hallway, my Toms scuffing softly as I walked. It was going to be weird seeing Cailana again- especially after spending a night with her, then her finding Travor and I together. I push my hair out of my face and walk into the classroom, going straight to my seat and plopping down, digging a pencil out of my book bag, light brown eyes skimming over the questions. I huff softly, running a hand thoughtfully through my hair. I was going to fail this; i knew it. I glance over at Travor to find him looking at me and I flash him a bright smile.

[Cailana Morrow]

I look up as I see everyone pile in the room and I continue typing on the computer before getting up and turning the air down some. I'm soon sitting back at the desk and see a student raising their hand. "I'm not allowed to answer questions. This all your knowledge and if you don't finish you have to stay after class," I say, leaning back and closing my eyes. I brush my hair from my face until I hear the knock at the door and get up to let the assistant principal, Mr. Dallas, in and smile slightly. He smiles at me before looking at the rest of the class and following me to my desk. "I was just coming to check up on you. Everything okay?" he asks, brushing my hair from my cut and looking at me. I shrug and hold his hand lightly before one of the students bring me the test. "I'm doing better. Still sore but I'll be fine," I whisper as I take the first quiz.
Mr. Christopher Dallas

[Jordan Cabilio]

I circle an answer to the first one, then draw a blank on the second. I end up circling C for it because, well, 'correct' started with C. I sigh and brush my hair from my face as I circle a few more before looking up at the knock at the door. I frown a bit as I notice Mr. Dallas- I'd never really liked him. I didn't know why, but I just didn't. The flame of envy that lights within me when he brushes hair from Cailana's face surprises me- what was this? She was nothing to me..

[Cailana Morrow]

I watch as Mr. Dallas stands and sits on my desk before looking at the class again, watching Jordan a bit more. I decide to ignore it and rest my elbow on his knee as I look over the quiz before marking out a few answers. I circle the grade the top and put it back before looking up a bit shocked when Mr. Dallas kisses my cheek. "You know where to find me if you need me," he says as he gets up and walks around the class some, looking at the papers. I look back down at my laptop, a shy smile on my face as I read a message from the chemistry teacher next door and I reply back before looking up.

[Jordan Cabilio]

My mouth drops open a bit as his lips press to her cheek though I quickly close it again, looking back at my quiz, glad that the lights were dimmed to hide my red face. I didn't really know why this was bothering me so much, but it was. I circle random answers for the rest of the test and quietly unzip my bookbag, pulling my pack of cigarettes from my bag and stuff it into the pocket of my hoodie, hoping no one would notice. I stand and stroll up to her desk to hand her my test. "May I go to the bathroom.. please?" I ask, shifting my weight and avoiding her gaze.

[Cailana Morrow]

I look up as he walks around before seeing Jordan stuff cigarettes into his hoodie. I pretend to ignore it and take the test from him and nod slightly, not meeting his gaze. I look at the test and grade it, watching Mr. Dallas walk out. The test was failed and I put it back on the stack before looking at the rest of the students and yawning slightly. A huff escapes me as I look at the laptop and see that the teacher was trying to get me in there tomorrow. It wouldn't be that bad but I was use to being in this room.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I turn without a word after she nods and I head to the bathroom, not noticing the feet under one of the stalls as I lean in the corner and pull out my pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and lighting it before bringing it to my lips. I jump as I toilet flushes and don't have time to hide it as Mr. Dallas steps out from the bathroom, looking from me to the cigarette held between my fingers. "My office." he growls, slapping the cigarette from my hand and stepping on it. I glare at him and stride apst him and down the hall to plop down in one of the chairs in the waiting room, wishing now that I hadn't brought my whole pack with me.

[Cailana Morrow]

I look as I see Jordan pass my door and go into the office. Mr. Dallas soon pokes his head in and tells me that Jordan was going to be in the office. I nod and look down, kind of worried but not knowing what to do. A huff escapes me and I look up to see how long until the class ended. Hopefully everything would be okay. "Okay guys, go ahead and turn in our tests. I'll give you something else to do," I say,standing and getting ready to take them.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I think about stuffing the pack of cigarettes down my pants but eventually decide against it- the secretary was glaring at me. Eventually the local SRO officer comes and asks me if I have any illegal things on me. I debate about lying but them dig my pack of cigarettes out of ym pcoket and hand them to him. I takes them and turns to leave, apparently deciding not to pat me down or anything. "Jordan Cabilio, Mr. Dallas' office." the secretary says and I huff, getting to my feet and wandering back to open the door and shut it behind me.

[Cailana Morrow]

I sit down at the desk once everyone turns in their paper and one of the students knows to turn on a movie. I send a message to Mr. Dallas and ask him if everything was okay, hoping he would tell me the truth. I could always tell him I'd go on a date with him if it meant getting Jordan out of trouble...but I didn't know why I would at the moment. I was still hurt so it would take a minute for me to actually decide on it.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I plop down in one of the uncomfortable chairs and we look at each other for a while. "How stupid are you, to smoke in the bathroom?" he starts and I roll my eyes. "You start by telling me why its such a big deal. Not like I was doing crack or something." I respond and a frown crosses his face. "This isn't the time to get smart, Mr. Cabilio." he says and I cross my arms over my chest, stopping myself from huffing. "Seven days OSS." he finally says and my mouth drops open. "B-Bu, that's not fair!" I exclaim and he smiles at me. "Starting now, go get your stuff from Ms. Morrow's room."

[Cailana Morrow]

I take a minute, looking at the class before the chemistry teacher comes in and tells me she'll watch the class. I head to the office and walk into Mr. Dallas' office. He looks at me and I look at Jordan before walking beside Chis. I decide to try to and use my looks to get Jordan out of trouble and I smile at Chris. "Chris, I think you should let Jordan go. Come on. We can go talk about what he did over dinner," I say, playing with his hair some.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I'm about to stand to leave when Cailana comes in and I glare at the two of them as she speaks before she plays with his hair. "I'll go get my bag." I growl, wanting to slap that grin off his face. I slam the door behind me, stalking across the office and down the hallway. "I'm just getting my bag." I tell the teacher that was standing in the doorway, moving past her and over to my desk to grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

[Cailana Morrow]

I smile as he agrees, walking out of the office and standing at the corner, waiting for Jordan. When he fails to come, I go to the class and thank the teacher before walking to him. "Hey, let me talk to you outside of the class," I say, looking at Jordan. I'm already outside, ignoring the headache that was coming. My fingers wrap around my wrists for a second and I frown as I look down, ignoring everything for a moment.