Michaels P.O.V
I've always hated this class.
"Why do you hate this class?" Ashlyn asks me.
"You'll see." I dismiss the question and open the door to the classroom full of kids.
She again goes for the back of the room.
"You really want to be hated by the teachers." I roll my eyes as I follow her.
"Again, I'm showing all the bad kids up" she smirks.
"You're not doing a very good job." I lean back in my newly claimed seat.
"Better than you" she remarks.
"That's my seat Bambi" a deep voice says, I feel my body go ridged, it's Ashton, the school bully.
"I'm pretty sure it doesn't say your name on it." she snaps at him, she's lucky he doesn't snap her in two.
Ashton laughs,"brave one you got here Clifford," he narrows his eyes at me,"might want to keep her out of my way" Ashton says before going to the seat next to her.
