Baby I'm A Sinner/C12 Chapter 12
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C12 Chapter 12

“Hey I can’t come to your house today, only after five because I have practice.” Noah told me the next day right after French.

“Okay. I’m gonna wait then I guess.”

“You could give me your address?” he suggested.

“It’s fine, I can wait. Besides, I wouldn’t mind taking a ride in a Bentley.”

“You sure it’s the Bentley you want to ride?” he asked in a suggestive tone.

“See you later Noah.” I said and turned around before he could see my embarrassing blush.

I stood after school to watch their practice since we didn’t get any homework that day, thank God. Harry also joined me in the bleachers and I found it kind of cute that every time the coach praised Lucas, Harry would get this fond smile on his face.

Which left me wondering why they weren’t together, since they seemed to really like each other. However, I didn’t ask him about it because that would’ve been really rude and inappropriate.

Noah seemed really pissed off during the two hours of practice and even more so when we met up by his car after it was over.

“Why are you angry?” I asked him once we got into his car. And holy shit, the seats felt so good to sit on and everything was so shiny and leathery.

“Had a test in algebra today and the teacher threw me out for cheating.”

“Did you actually cheat?”

“No I didn’t. I hate it when people misjudge me.”

The rest of the ride was silent, the silence only interrupted by me giving him directions. Soon enough, we were in front of my house and he was parking on the sidewalk.

None of my parents were home yet, only Jade was in her room. She greeted us once she heard Noah talking and then want back to her room because she had some math homework.

“Okay so did you learn your part?”

“Partly.” He said and I didn’t take it as a pun. “Can’t we read off the slides as we show the project?”

“I think Mr. White will want us to turn to the class and speak.”

He rolled his eyes and sat down on my bed, putting a leg under himself. My fat cat emerged from under the bed and jumped on him, startling him.

“What the fuck.” He protested and held her up to look at her.

“That’s my cat, Charlie.”

“Does she bite?”

“Not unless you make her mad.”

He placed her on the bed next to him and stroked her back as we quickly went through our project lines. He seemed to have actually made an effort and learn what he had to say because half an hour later we were done, and had already rehearsed three times.

He was about to say something, probably about leaving, when my mom opened the door and stopped in her tracks when she spotted him laying on his stomach on the bed. She then looked at me, who was sitting at the desk.

“Why is there a Bentley in front of our house?” she asked me, not looking away from Noah.

“That would me mine.”

“Um…mom this is Noah. We were just finishing a project for school.”

“That’s great! Listen, I was just coming to ask you, did you eat all the cookies your grandma brought over yesterday?”

“Uh. No?” I said, heart starting to beat faster because I knew where this was going.

“I hope not because you’re starting to get obvious cellulite.” She said and smiled at Noah once more before excusing herself.

I felt like I could cry because she insulted me in front of him, and now he probably thought she was right. Noah didn’t say anything but stared at me until I was getting really uncomfortable.

“Well…I guess this was it. I’ll uh-see you tomorrow at school. Rehearse at home one more time and it should be fine.”

He nodded and got up from the bed, annoying Charlie as he did so because she was taking a nap on the back of his thighs.

It wasn’t until he was completely gone that I realized he’d forgotten his black beanie. I put it in my schoolbag so I could give it to him tomorrow at school.

It was dark in the room when my phone buzzed on my bedside table and woke me up. I groaned, thinking that it was yet another message on a group on WhatsApp (Jake, Emma, Harry and I had a group called ‘bitchez’, obviously made by Jake) but then I saw that it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: im outside. Come on the balcony for a bit

My heart started beating faster because this was really creepy.

Dani: who’s this???

Unknown: Noah

Dani: where did u get my number?????

Noah: harry

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed before I walked over to the balcony door, sliding the doors open. I saw Noah leaning against his car on the sidewalk.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, whisper-yelling so I wouldn’t wake anyone in case they could hear me.

“I forgot my beanie and I need it.” He said.

“At half twelve in the morning?” I hissed.

He nodded.


“To match my outfit.” He answered and gestured over to his body. He was wearing a black hoodie, black jeans and black Converse.

“For what?”

Was he for real?

“I need to break into school and I can’t without something black on my head.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?”

“To teach my algebra teacher a lesson.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You can either throw me the beanie or come with me.”

“You want me to come with you to break into school in the middle of the night.” I stated.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to. I said that you could if you wanted to.”

I snorted and shook my head before looking back down at him.

“Give me ten minutes.”

I quickly returned to my room and went straight for the closet, trying to find the darkest clothes I owned. Which, wouldn’t be that hard since most of the clothes I owned were black.

I chose a pair of black skinny jeans, a black shirt with an R in the middle of it, plain black Vans, the black jacket and a ‘Homies’ beanie.

I was a bit nervous and actually contemplated on whether I should do this or not, but Noah was waiting outside for me and I wasn’t going to let him down so he could think that I was a loser.

The only problem was sneaking out, which turned out not to be that hard since everyone was already sleeping and our door didn’t have an alarm. I took my keys out of the jar by the door and after I made sure not to make any noise, I walked out of the house, closing the door silently.

Opening the gate wasn’t that hard and didn’t make any noise, so soon enough I was standing before Noah with my hands on my hips.

“Why are you even doing this? It’s a teacher for crying out loud.” I said once I got into the car and he turned it on.

“Because I can’t sleep and I’ve hated him for a long time.”

“What are you planning on doing exactly? To ‘teach him a lesson’?”

“Graffiti his board and put explosive chalk in his desk.”


“Hey if you think this is a horrible idea, why did you come in the first place?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“Because…” I sighed. “I’ve never done anything remotely exciting with my life. Let alone with a guy.”

“Oh so you did ‘exciting’ things with girls? Tell me about it.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…I never went on adventures and stuff like that. And I know I sound like a three year old but is the most fun I’ve had in a long time and we’re not even there.”

He snorted and didn’t even bother to stop at a red light because the streets were deserted. It wasn’t long before he was pulling in the parking lot of the school, which was completely empty. It looked weird like that.

“Why did you park all the way in the back?” I asked him as we got out of the car.

“Because there are two security guards on their night shift right now; one outside and one inside.”

“Oh my God what if we get caught?” I asked and started to panic because I had the habit of overthinking everything. Always.

“Then we’ll go to jail and I’ll pay to get us out.”

“You say that like it’s nothing.”

“It’s not like I haven’t been to jail before.”

“You’ve been to jail?” I asked. “So the rumor was true then.”

“What rumor?” he asked as he opened the trunk, getting out a graffiti bottle and a small pack of pink liquid.

“What’s in that?”

“Liquid chalk.” He answered before he thought about something, and then got out another pack.

He stuffed them in his pockets because they weren’t that big, and then slammed his trunk shut.

“We need to go in the back.”

“Aren’t the doors locked at night?”

“They are but if we go through the main entrance the security guard will see us.”

“Doesn’t it count as school vandalizing only if we actually get caught inside?”

“Yes. But to get inside we need to find a door. And that won’t happen if we take the front entrance.” He said sarcastically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I appreciate your sarcasm.” I told him and followed him. He made sure to sneak behind the trees as he passed the front of the school, which unfortunately was half made out of giant windows and three double doors in the front.

“We have to jump over the fence to get inside.”

“What? I can’t jump over!”

“Yes you can. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”

“I’m too heavy. I can’t. Let’s just go back.”

“Come on. It’s easy. You can’t climb up on it or you’re afraid you’re going to fall when you’re on the other side?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to fall.”

“I’ll catch you then. Hold this and throw it over.”

He handed me the graffiti bottle before he gripped into the metal fence and pulled himself over it quickly. It wasn’t that hard for him because the fence was a head taller than him. The metal bars were vertical though, which were really hard to climb unless you had his body strength.

“Come on now.” He said once I threw the bottle over at him.

I took a deep breath.

This is it

You’re not a loser

So what if he’s going to see your giant ass as you climb down?

You’re not a loser

I finally gripped into the bars and struggled to climb over, but I couldn’t.

“Come on. It’s not that hard.” He said and slid his hands between the bars, tangling his fingers together to give me a boost.

“You can’t lift me up-“

“Just fucking do it.”

I sighed and place my foot into his joint palms, before he gave me a push and I pulled myself up. One of my legs got over the metal bar at the top so I was sitting on the fence.

“If I fall I’m going to die.”

“No you’re not. It’s two meters off the ground. You won’t slip. Do you trust me?”

“Not really.” I answered.

“Too bad. Do it.”

“Fine. Jesus.”

I swung the other leg over the bar before I gripped into it and slowly let myself down. His hands gripped into my waist and he told me to let go. So I did.

And to my surprise, he placed me on the ground with no effort at all.

“Now was that so hard?”

“Not really. For me at least.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything before gesturing for me to follow him to the back door.

“It’s locked.” I said before he even tried it. It turned out to be indeed locked.

“I can pick a lock.”

“You know, for a rich kid you’re really acting like you lived on the streets.”

“Well just so you know I’ve actually lived in a small cramped house with two other families until my dad finally got into the whole insurance business.”

“Oh my God.”

He started laughing before he got down on one knee and pulled a small pin from his pocket.

“Just kidding. I’ve been rich before I was even born.”

“You don’t seem too happy about it.” I observed and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Because I don’t think money buys happiness.” He spoke as he moved the pin through the lock, giggling the knob at the same time.

“That’s smart.” I said.

He shook his head and finally unlocked the world. “Yeees.”

“You’re…frighteningly good at this.”

He shrugged. “I don’t use this talent to break into people’s homes if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh. No-well.”

Noah entered the school first and I followed after him, making sure to close the door behind me. The hallway was dark, only lit by the exit signs hanging from the ceiling and the few windows that had a view of the street.

“It’s kind of creepy.” I whispered and stepped closer to him. “Didn’t you bring a flashlight?”

“Of course not, I don’t want to attract attention upon ourselves.” He whispered back.

“The classroom’s on the second floor, right?”

He nodded and I followed him closely as he walked across the long hallway.

“What if we get caught?”

“I already told you that we’ll go to jail.”

“Yes but don’t we have like an escape plan?”

“Yes we do. Run.”

“Oh, great.” I muttered sarcastically, trying to ignore the erratic beats of my heart. I had just broken into the school. With the school’s ‘player’.

When did my life become a really bad American movie?

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