I glared at Belinda in her cheerleader shorts and t-shirt as she chanted and moved alongside the students.

“Are you planning on joining the team, Rosie?” Lena asked.

“Is the teacher supposed to wear those  clothes too?”

Lena shrugged.

A loud snort beside me drew my attention to a boy.

“She looks way too hot, so I'm not complaining.”

My glare fixed onto the blonde idiot.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He smiled brightly, then wiped his snot filled nose with the back of hand.

“My name's Marcus.” He said, extending his hand.

I glanced down at the snotty hand with disgust, then back up at him.

“Get the fuck...