"T'was a pleasure, milady." Dominic bowed making Destiny giggle.
I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger before he turned and trotted off to some of the game stands.
"Holy shite, he kissed the fuck outta me. Me lips are actually kiss swollen!" Destiny squealed while touching her red and puffy lips.
I could relate since my lips felt so swollen you would have thought someone punched me.
I snickered at how stupid Destiny was over that specimen and said, "I personally think he is a dickhead and don't want to say anythin' nice about him but he is so into you, you should get stuck into him. No lad would kiss a girl like that if he didn't like her."
"You're right, you're so right!" Destiny beamed, then took out her phone and began tapping on the screen.
I inwardly smiled, I had a feeling Dominic kissed Destiny the way he did just to make me uncomfortable, because I was sat next to her and had made a fool out of him by tricking him into kissing my cheek. Destiny perusing him might annoy him though, and I was all for annoying him.
You could actually say that after Dominic called me fat arse in front of Destiny, annoying him was what I now lived for.
"Motherfucker!"
I bit down hard on my lip so I didn't laugh. If I laughed it would make me his number one target. So I did what everyone else in the class did when Dominic screamed and cursed like a girl. I jumped with fright and swung my head around to see what was wrong with him.
"What? What is it?" Miss McKesson asked; her voice sounding very high and panicked.
Dominic was on his feet, his hands on his arse cheeks with his forehead pressed against the wall at the back of the class. Everyone watched him as he removed his hands from his arse with a hard tug that caused him to hiss in pain. When he turned and dropped thumb tacks on his desk, we all winced.
I winced for show, but what I really wanted to do was cackle like an evil witch. You see, I was no good at getting revenge on someone because I usually just had to deal with Jason and all he did was annoy me with words. But Dominic, he got in my personal space and really tried to get under my skin. His fat arse comment in front of Destiny last week during the Raise To Praise event really annoyed me; I decided to get him back by putting thumb tacks on his chair so when he sat down the needle-like pins stuck into his arse and obviously hurt like hell.
Let his arse hurt over calling my arse fat!
Ha, ha, fucking, ha!
The fact that today was my eighteenth birthday made it all the merrier. I didn't care if that made me a sadist, this was the best birthday present ever!
"Who put them there?" Dominic growled, his eyes flickering around the room.
I, like everyone else, shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm sure they were left there by accident-"
"There are ten pins; this is no accident," Dominic cut the miss off with a growl.
Damien leaned back in his chair and looked at his brother's arse. "I think you're bleeding a little, bro."
"Fuck," Dominic grunted and put his hands on his arse again.
When he removed them, there was indeed blood on his hands. Not loads, but more than pin pricks should have caused.
I guessed they pricked the prick pretty good.
I hated that I snorted at my thoughts because it got everyone's attention, and I mean everyone.
"You!" Dominic growled in my direction.
I raised my eyebrows in shock and raised my hands up. "Me? I didn't do anythin', I was about to sneeze, that's all."
Dominic glared at me. "I don't believe you, you're the first person in here every day. You had the perfect opportunity to put them on my seat."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't appreciate these false accusations, Mr. Slater."
When the students chuckled, Dominic face reddened with anger.
"I know you did this."
I shook my head. "Well, you're wrong."
"Open your bag," he snapped.
I felt my stomach lurch.
"What? Why?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked even though I could actually feel myself starting to break out in a sweat.
He was so not looking inside my bag.
"Why are you so nervous, slut?" Dominic questioned.
Slut? I was the most frigid person in this entire school, including the juniors! I was definitely not a fucking slut.
I glared at him. "'Cause you're blamin' me on somethin' I didn't do, faggot!"
Collective gasps sounded around the room at our nasty name calling.
"That's it, the pair of you get your bags and get out into the hall. Now!" Miss McKesson snapped.
I dropped my jaw. "But miss, he is the one-"
"You both used foul, disgustin' language and disrupted my class, get out into the hall and stay there until class is over, and I am ready to speak to you both!"
I was shocked.
Miss McKesson had never raised her voice to me or kicked me out of class; I've never been kicked out of any class.
Ever.