Crushing Bad

Chapter 51

You know the days when you've put the combination into your school locker so many times but you seem to get it wrong every single time?

It's not that you've forgotten it but just that you're still as half asleep as you were when you forcefully had to wake up for another morning. This even after I took one of the coldest of showers before coming here. Hot showers were reserved for when I wanted relaxation and contentment. Cold showers were for the 'get your shit together' times.

I groaned when the bell for the first period rung and I still hadn't been able to win in this situation. "Looks like we have some good news for you Miss Bennett," I heard a grunt behind me.

"Mr. Benson," I acknowledged him, turning groggily towards the sound of his voice. "Uh did you finally decide to do all of my worksheets by yourself or something?" I asked with a yawn in reference to his words and he pressed his lips together at my out of line question.

He gave me a serious look. The proper lowering his glare to make his half moon glasses slide towards the tip of his aquiline nose. A small sigh fell through his lips before he shot me a secretive smile. "I have to admit I didn't see it coming but it's clear now that you really can convince anybody. Good for you," he stated cryptically causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"I'm sorry but sir what are you-"

"See you in class," he dismissed me, moving back towards the direction of the classroom's door.

A bewildered expression began to etch on my features but I quickly shook my head to clear every thought about whatever just happened. Maybe he would clear it out inside. A few seconds later, I realized I'd finally become successful in opening my stupid locker. I grabbed the required books and stationary from it and before I knew my feet were hastily taking me towards math.

I smoothened the white ruffle skirt I had on over the striped pink pullover t-shirt as I came closer to the door. The first thing my eyes landed on as I stepped inside the room was Ryan Wilson. Sitting comfortably in the back of the classroom, one hand resting on his thigh and the other cupping his chin while the sharp grey pools of his gaze analysed the whole room.

Silently his stare stabbed on me and roamed over my frame before settling on my face. I swallowed the uneasiness that his leer had the power to cause and entered the room slowly. He didn't twitch and held my gaze until I strided towards the first pair of empty seats I could find.

I tried not to notice the baggy hoodie he was wearing for too long. By now, it was obvious that it was his only favourite type of clothing. I could already bet a guy like him had a perfect wardrobe full of them. "Psst, I saved this one for you," Devon stopped me before I could walk past them.

Ryan who was seated in front of him faintly snorted to himself and I swirled my head to give him a mere glance but he was just simply staring ahead now. Brooding seemed to be the only thing he relished in most of the time. I resisted an eye roll at his hostile stance before turning back to Devon. He looked so eager it was almost funny. "It's about time you quit being a full time pervert Devon," I joked to which he laughed.

"Pleasure's all mine," he retorted, nodding up at me. He just loved irritating me to an unbearable extent and replacing Ivan whenever he wasn't around. I'd rather have Ivan around honestly. "You have two things you should be thankful to me for today."

"What's the other one?" I asked, settling myself at the desk he'd surprisingly decided to keep for me.

A discreet smirk made its way onto his lips and I threw him a confused look, continuing to align my things properly on my table. He took a glimpse of Ryan's stiff back in front of us and cleared his throat loudly, scooting closer to me. "I made him change his mind," he spoke in almost a whisper and my mouth flew open when it hit.