The Baby Project

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Well class hold your essay up while I go around and collect them." Mrs Beckham speak in a stern voice.

I hold up my essay. Thankfully I had found on lying on the sideboard of my bed. The relief when I found it. Felt amazing.

Kyle is sitting next me. Why? well every teacher thought it was great to sit with our partners.

I would be happy if it wasn't for someone trying to disturb me. Yes you know very well who.
After what happened last time getting booted out the class. I have been trying to avoid it happening again. Well since my parents found out well where not delighted by the news shall I say.

I wasn't surprised when they found out. I just simply shurgg my shoulders and said I won't do it again. Well try anyway.

"You can be my peanut butter to my jelly." Kyle's say smirking.

"What on earth are you on." I question

"Nothing just.. sweet heaven"he speaks calmly.

"Sweet heaven ha that anit what you on sweet III can tell youuuu that one. I mutter

"Well, what I'm I on then cupcake?" Crossing his arms

"Don't call me cupcake and your on lala land with other idiots like You." Rolling my eyes

"Well I can sadly change that." He smiles.

I raise my eyebrow "well you do that." I say faceing the board and picking up my pen.

"I have already. Don't you know I'm on luxury land."

"Luxury land now you have lost it." I whisper

"Lost it how?"Kyle questions

"Well I'll tell you. First you talk about sweet heaven and now luxury land. Your talking complete rubbish." I explain shaking my head.

I go back to taking notes. "Luxery land because I'm sitting here not having to do anything."

"How so?"

"By just coping your notes." He shrugs.

I chuckle" Nah that is not happening. Make your own notes. That's why God gave you hands sir kyle."

"Sir Kyle indeed" He winks

I just shake my heads. So annoying.

"Anyway I can use the hands God gave me for something else." Kyle speaks leaning forward on his chair to look at me.

I stare at him his Brown eyes twinkling at me. I just smile hitting the top of my pen on his head.

"Yhhh... I think your brain cells have been damaged maybe even beyond repair." I look away.

He laughs quietly"Yeah maybe but with some help O I can be clued." He whispers in my ear.

"Yeah by who or What?" I whisper back.

"Magic and never spills his secret."

I raise my eyebrows again.

"Great, Your ridcluious. Just hopeless."

"Well baby I'm your hopeless."

"If only" I mutter to my self.

Luckily he didn't catch on to what I said.

A/N sorry I know guys sorry for a such a short chapter. Next one will be longer.