Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 18

"At the party a week ago."

"Oh. I got too drunk and didn't remember anything really so."

"That's great."

"I enjoy your sarcasm." He said sarcastically.

"Ditto."

He stepped backwards, suggesting that we should head back because it was already past 1am. We sneaked out through the back once again, trying not to get caught.

He helped me over the fence and soon enough, we were back to the car, happy that we hadn't been caught.

"See? It wasn't that bad now was it?" he said and leaned against the car, fishing a cigarette pack out of his jacket.

"I guess not. I'm curious to see what happens tomorrow though. I still think he'll figure it out though."

"So?"

I shrugged. "What if you get suspended?"

"It's not like it's the first time it would happen."

"You've been suspended before?" I asked.

"Yeah. Twice."

"Oh my God, what did you do?"

He placed a cigarette between his lips, before offering me one. I took it and did the same thing as he did a few seconds prior. He then lit up his, before lighting up mine.

"I got in a fight in sophomore year, and then I cursed in class pretty badly." He said nonchalantly, letting out the first smoke.

"Oh. And what did your parents say?"

"They didn't really care anyway so." He answered.

I felt kind of bad for him because his parents were probably rarely home due to their jobs. Then again, I wished my parents weren't home that often either; I could use some time away from my mother.

"So you're into smoking now?"

"Not really. I tried buying cigarettes the other day but they asked for my ID, which is rubbish. But I like them, they're relaxing."

He laughed and shook his head. "You're the youngest in our year, right?"

"Right." I said, blushing. "My parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to school at six years old.

"You were six when you got in the first grade?"

"Yeah. Well, then I turned seven in February. And don't you dare laugh at me or I'll fight you."

He snorted. "You can't fight me, you're too small."

"Excuse you? I'm 166 centimeters tall."

"Wow, that's a lot." He said sarcastically, before taking another drag. "I'm 183."

"That is a lot. It's like...six feet?"

He laughed. "I know. I'm tall."

"It's good if boys are tall, don't worry."

"Is it?" he asked, as if he didn't already now. "And why would that be?"

"Because...I don't know. If you have a girlfriend...or a boyfriend and you kiss them it's cute if they're smaller because they have to stand on their tiptoes."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.

"Or when you hug. It gives a feeling of protection if you're taller."

"Do you think you need a boyfriend to do all that?"

"You've had a tall boyfriend before?"

"Yes. But it was like, in eight grade."

"Eight grade? With who?"

"Um, Sam Craske. He doesn't go to our school."

"I think I know him. He comes by the skate park sometimes. He has tattoos right?"

"Probably. He used to tell me wanted tattoos but couldn't because he wasn't eighteen yet."

Noah snorted. "I got my tattoos when I was fifteen."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Mhm. And the piercing when I was sixteen."

"Why though?"

He shrugged. "Because I felt like it."

"What does your tattoo say?" I asked, pointing to the small, black Arabic letters that poked out from his sleeve.

"Not important."

"So it must be something really deep then."

He didn't comment any further.

"And why do people cheat? Because they get bored."

I rolled my eyes.

"So you'd never have a friends with benefits kind of thing."

"I don't know if you noticed, but I don't really have boys lining up for me." I said jokingly, even though it was sadly true.

He didn't say anything after that. We finished the cigarettes one minute later, and squished them with our feet before we got back into the car.

"I'm so tired right now." I said and yawned, probably making the ugliest face ever.

He stopped in front of my house and I thanked him for bringing me home (?), before I got out of the car and walking over to the gate.

He waited until I got inside before driving off, and I was glad that his car didn't do much noise, or else my parents would have woken up and lost their shit.

As I changed back into my pyjamas that night, I couldn't keep a smile off my face and replay everything in my head, because I had finally done something reckless. With a guy, who also happened to be every girls' secret wet dream in our school.

***

"Did you hear that Noah got sent to the principal's office?" Jake asked me during the first break the next morning. I was still tired and grumpy because I'd barely gotten any sleep.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. But they called him through the speakers a few minutes ago. Seriously, where were you?"

"Dozing off in geography."

He rolled his eyes. "Let's go and see what the whole deal is."

"Jake I'm really not-"

"Come on, Tyler won't mind if we run a bit late."

"You mean Mr. Flack?"

"Yeah, why not?" he said and winked at me, before he started walking towards the principal's office, which was on the first floor.

Once we got there, we could see that there were quite a lot of people trying to pretend like they weren't there to see what was going on.

"Do you see anything?" Jake asked Lucas, who was already looking through the window, trying to see something. It was kind of hard due to the blinds.

"No. There's that annoying algebra teacher we had in year ten. And he's covered in pink slime oh God! And Noah is on the other seat...they're arguing."

"Exfuckingcuse me!" someone yelled from behind us and I placed a hand over my mouth when I saw Sean walking towards the door to the office, also covered in pink slime.

Why would Noah put pink slime in Sean's locker? Weren't they good friends?

Sean knocked on the door and didn't even wait to be invited in, before he opened the door himself and walked in. He didn't bother to close the door and tried to ignore everyone who was snickering behind him.

"Someone made a bad joke!" he exclaimed, pointing to himself.