Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 3

After Mr. White made sure to call all the twenty something names, he started talking about himself. He was born in London but moved to Manchester with his fiancée (that left him eventually) and had just graduated from University.

Jamie would love to hear that he was about five or six years older than us.

"Alright, now that you know something about me, I'd like to know if any of you read something over the summer?"

Does fan fiction count

A few hands were raised so I zoomed out completely because all this talk on the first day of school tired me.

"He's so hot!" Emma told me once the bell rang.

"And you're jailbait for him." I replied as we exited the class. I had algebra next and that was honestly the last thing I needed.

When the lunch bell rang I sighed relieved and stood up. I had just finished my fourth period, which was biology (I only knew Harry and Carly in that class).

"Can I have lunch with you guys today?" Carly asked when we stopped by Harry's locker for him to leave his stuff in there.

"Of course." I said smiling before we started walking towards the cafeteria.

We got in line to get some food and I knew I could get away with just a small salad and maybe some orange juice. I was trying to stay under five hundred calories a day; I wanted to reach fifty kilograms by the end of October, which meant that I had two months left.

Jamie and Emma were already at our usual table when we sat down.

"What's this I hear about the English teacher being hot?" Jamie asked as he stuffed his face with a hamburger that was probably not even that tasty since our lunch lady made it.

"He's like, twenty three or something." Harry answered. "What's your next period? "Um, history."

"Me too!" Carly said excited and Jamie started talking about how he was planning on trying out for the football team.

"I wanted to try out for football too but I'm basically a giraffe with wobbly legs so I'm just going to join the school magazine."

"I need to join that too."

"My brother's on that too." Jamie said. "So you're going to get in definitely. "Yeah? What do you want to study at Uni?" Harry continued, directing his attention back to me. "Journalism, you?"

"A radio presenter."

"Then you should sign up for the school radio."

"It's already full, I checked. So the magazine is probably the next best thing." Harry said.

"We can go after school?" I suggested.

"Sounds good." He replied, smiling.

"You're still going to come to my football practice right?" Jamie checked, looking at Emma and I. "I need my lucky charm bitches."

Harry laughed, throwing his head back and clapping; as if he were a seal.

During the rest of lunch period we established that all of us had French, P.E. and Sex Education together. It was a big relief to know that I wouldn't be on my own.

Being in the company of complete strangers made me really anxious and I wasn't really that fond of the idea of having a panic attack at school, or anywhere else for that matter.

When the bell rang to announce that lunch was over, we all walked to give our trays back.

Carly, Jamie and I got to history just in time before the bell rang and the new teacher (just as young as Mr. White) walked in.

"What is it with young teachers at this school?" I whispered to Carly when we sat down in the third row, since some guys from the football team already occupied the last one.

I spotted Kylie in the last row too, right next to Lucas Tatcher and of course; Jade.

Lucas had been on the football team since freshman year and was dating Eleanor Cartwright, the president of the student council, and also head of the organizing committee.

"Good afternoon class, I'm Mr. Tyler Flack and I'll be taking over for Mrs. Green, since she retired." The guy introduced himself and I made eye contact with Jamie, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the teacher, who was now calling everyone's name to make sure we were present.

"You can ask me question if there are any kind of-" Mr. Flack started but didn't even get to finish because Jamie's hand was up.

"Yes? Mr...."

"Macqueen. Are you married?"

He walked around his desk to get the attendance sheet.

"I'll be calling names and I don't need no raised hands or any of that bullshit. Just confirm when you hear your name."

He looked down at the sheet. "Luke Black! Sean Black! Eleanor Cartwright! Kylie Edwards! Carly Edwards? Noah Ha-oh this should be good. Noah Hudson?"

There was silence and Mr. James' nostrils flared.

"Noah Hudson?"

Kylie stood up. "Uh, Sir? He's not-he's not here. "And who are you? His lawyer? Sit your ass down."

Does the principal now about his vocabulary?

Mr. James continued calling out names as I leaned against the wall and turned to look at the whole class. That was my favorite thing about wall seats. You could relax for a bit.

"Jamie Macqueen! Zachary Macqueen! Jade Morgan! Danielle Piper! Emma Smith! Liam Holloway! Harry Sampson! Lucas Tatcher!"

He finished calling everyone's name pretty quickly, and it turned out Noah was the only one missing. His team had saved him a seat in the back that was still empty.

"Okay today we'll be starting with the basic intro-" he started and was about to go through his bag when the door opened.

And oh great, Noah actually showed up.

Everyone's head turned to look at him. He looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days because of the bags under his eyes. He was wearing a plaid shirt over a white tee and blue skinny jeans with black Vans that were somehow still loose on his boney legs. There was a backpack slung over one of his shoulders, which meant that this was his first class of the day.

"Sorry I'm late." He said and that was the first time I'd ever heard him talk.

"Noah Hudson. I'll be damned. What an honor to have you in my class!" Mr. James said sarcastically. "Actually, I should be thanking you because you're the reason I got the job in the first place."

I frowned, not really understanding what he meant by that. I thought Ms. Lancaster quit.

"Can I sit?" Noah asked annoyed and I rolled my eyes because he could at least try to be nice to the teacher; after all he was the one that came in late and missed like half of the first day.

"Yes, you may sit down."