CHAPTER 12: WATER FIGHT

Via

We all leave the house, and they all take off their shirts.

As my teachers strip, I see all the tattoos on their upper bodies. They are almost fully covered in ink and very fit.

Talk about a girl's wet dream—

Yeah, these images aren't going to help the next time I'm in class.

I look over at Justin, and he winks at me with a smirk. Yeah, I guess you're attractive in your own way, Justin—

I just roll my eyes and signal for them to step on the front lawn. "I bet you all regret wearing jeans right now," I say, pointing to the red cups they're holding with a mischievous grin.

"Pour it on yourselves," I tell them, and they hesitate, looking unsure. "Come on, you agreed to this," I say with a teasing tone, and they pour the shake on themselves.

"This smells bad and feels thick. How did you even drink this?" Mr. Beaumont asks, wrinkling his nose, and I shrug nonchalantly.

"Stop asking questions and start running," I say impatiently. Justin is the first to pour it on himself and start runn