Mr. Bad-Ass Has Competition

Chapter 4 - Douche Bag

WARNING! THIS IS JUST A ROUGH DRAFT AND MAY HAVE LITTLE DETAIL AND OCCASIONAL MISSPELLINGS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS!

Recap:
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" He spat back wittily. Note my sarcasm. So, he thinks I'm all bark? Okay, well his thoughts on me are going to change fast.

I took one step closer to him, showing him my seriousness.

"This."

Immediately after I said that, I punched him straight in the nose, gaining a loud crunch afterwards.

Oops?

ʈori ʝames

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"Thank you, Mr. Jefferson." I said in a monotone. He let me off with a warning, only because I'm new. He should probably get used to me like this now. After all, this probably won't be my last time giving him a friendly visit. I lost track of how many people I punched at my last school.

I got out of the cheap black leather seat to walk towards the door to leave.

"Miss. James, the bell will ring in a few minutes. Why don't you just gather your things now and just leave." He told me with a tight smile showing of his impressive frown wrinkles. I gave him a fake half smile and started walking at the door again.

"Also, I hope to not see you in this office again." He said a little sternly. Well, don't hold your breath, old man.

I gave him a little nod and left his office. I walked out to the parking lot just leaving my backpack and everything in my locker. It's not like I have homework or anything, so what's the point? I sighed and closed my eyes once I reached my bike. I leaned against her, rubbed the back of my neck and looked up at the sky.

Sometimes I wish I was free, like the clouds. They go where they want, when they want. They don't have to worry about anything. Carefree.

But, I'll take what I have. Just imagine if someone else was in my position; someone less strong, someone insecure. This family would be done with. Not that it isn't already, but I consider my mom and I family. That's all it takes. More than one person together, always there for one another, that's a family.

"That was pretty brave of you." I jumped up at the sound of a male voice.

"Dammit, couldn't you have said something before." I exclaimed, still feeling a bit startled. My hand rested on my chest in an attempt to settle my racing heart.

"I could tell you were having a moment." He shrugged. It was dick guy. He was leaning against his bike, still directly across from mine. Except he was smoking. Which honestly is dumb, but I'm not one to judge people. He took a long drag and puffed out slowly. It was kind of sexy.

Nope. No, it wasn't, he's a dick. I don't even have time for guys. Not that I was considering having a relationship. All I said was that he was sexy. Which he isn't it was just...a lie. I lie to myself all the time. That's normal.

I felt myself get a little flustered and just decided to go home.

As I turned on my bike, he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it as he began to walk towards me. I raised an eyebrow giving him my signature "are you serious" look.

"Don't think you're all tough just because you punch a little whore in the face, alright?" He hissed, and got pretty damn close to me like he was trying to intimidate me. The most he's gonna get out of me is my uncomfortableness. I've felt with worse, believe me.