My bully had to be Boun.

Chapter 5

Boun POV

A few weeks later, the term started but the party was being talked about. I'm pretty sure they are going to be talking about it for the rest of the year. I dressed in my usual bougie style, hair done and I looked good. I decided to go to school in my Lamborghini today, I started the beast and the mighty roar echoed. I smiled and drove straight to Arthur's house. I saw Arthur making his way to the car, we always carpool together. He made his way around the car and got in on the passenger side. My eye caught something, through the windshield of Arthur's seat. A guy, a teenage guy, who looked like he was in high school, looked Thai as well. In the distance, I could see him getting a bicycle and talking to someone on the phone with his Bluetooth earphones on. He wore a black hoodie and black jeans, I scowled at his choice of clothes. Kids who dress like that mostly didn't want to be the center of attraction, I was completely the opposite. I deserve to be looked at, I look that good after all. 

"What are you waiting for?" Arthur asked,

"There is a new kid in the neighborhood" 

"What? Where?" 

I pointed with my eyes while my hands were still on the wheel.

"Oh, yeah... I didn't know that, I heard mom saying someone was moving in a couple of weeks ago, I stay right here but I didn't notice, guess he doesn't like to socialize much" 

" Hmph, I thought so" 

" We were the only kids of our age here, now there is someone else," 

" I know, we can't let him be the good guy, our image will be spoilt" 

" Oh shut up, everyone loves us no matter what, he should be harmless, which school does he go to though? " 

I shrugged my shoulders and drove past the kid in black. I laughed when he jumped and almost fell from the bike because of the sweet noise my beast made. Arthur did not look pleased, but he didn't say anything. We made a pit stop at Jamba juice, got ourselves a couple of smoothies, and then made our way to Lincoln High. 

Lincoln High... The lamest kids in New York City study here, except, of course, me and the gang. No one can reach our standard, among the herd of weirdos such as nerds, geeks, punks, Goths, metal Goths, hippies, mean girl wannabes, a princess in pink and plastic wannabe, Rastas and whatnot, we are the only normal people, the only other normal person in school is Samantha. It's not because Dylan likes her I feel that way about her, well that may be one of the reasons but she is the only other person in the whole school other than us who has a decent fashion sense. Among all these people who do I hate the most? It's definitely those weirdos with social anxiety who try to be invisible. Those dorks are too clumsy and lack a sense of everything that gives pleasure and that just annoys me a lot.  

All four made a Hollywood-style entry in the corridor, all eyes were on us. As much as I hate this shit-hole, I like the attention I get here, that's one of the main reasons I wanted to stay in Lincoln High and not go to a private school. When we were a few steps away from our class, we saw Sammy walk in the opposite direction, I didn't look at Dylan but his smile was already blinding my eyes, he almost stepped forward to call her name and talk to her about last, maybe what is bothering her and why she left without letting him know. We saw her approach a guy who was struggling to open his locker. 

She cutely smiled at him and caught his attention, she helped him with the locker and kept talking to him nonstop, I haven't seen Sammy being this comfortable with anyone, she always had that 'I am class, and I am hard to get' attitude which was one among the few reasons why she was my favorite person in school. I didn't need to turn and look at Dylan's face to know that he would be fuming with anger and his nose would be flaring like a fire-breathing dragon.