Loving the Bad Boy's name

Chapter 23: Loving the bad boys name: He kissed me

Bree's POV

"Can we talk?"

A voice spoke softly in front of me at the lunch table and I didn't need to look up to know who the voice belonged to. I sigh, moving my eyes to see Carson who sat opposite me, his eyes trained on me as he rubbed his hands together, nervously waiting for my answer. A frown automatically settled on my lips; seeing him just reminded me of what we'd done to Ryder, taking me back to what had happened only an hour ago.

"Carson, stop."

I finally find my words as my body regains consciousness to pull away from him, putting both my hands on his chest and pushing him back to create some distance between us.

"What the hell was that, Carson?" I ask, irritation clear on my face. A mixture of puzzlement and annoyance overpowering my emotions.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't know..." He stutters.

I scoff at him incredulously, my anger making me somewhat breathless. "You don't know?"

I watch him impatiently, expecting him to give me an answer but he doesn't. "I've gotta go." I tell him, spinning on my heels and rushing towards the door, ignoring him as he called after me.

"Talk about what?"

Any conversation that we may have had in that moment was interrupted by Tanner and Hunter reaching our cafeteria table.

I shrug, going back to digging my food around with my fork. "Nothing."

"Okayyy." Tanner says sliding into a seat, as she and Hunter shoot us both confused glances. There was clear palpable tension, anyone could notice that. "Anyways Bree..." Tanner calls my name, trying to change the subject and diminish any unwanted awkwardness. "Your boyfriend is hilarious. Long story short, we were all in biology and..."

Tanner and Hunter rambled on with their story but I instantly zone out. They didn't need to tell me how funny Ryder was, I already knew that. He meant everything to me and now I was keeping a massive secret from him. I outwardly shiver as I feel Carson's eyes on me but I refused to look up and meet his gaze. I instantly grimaced thinking about the terrible situation I had put myself in, a sour taste filling my mouth. I shoot up from my seat, interrupting Tanner's story. "I've gotta go."

I don't wait for anyone's reply and quickly grab my backpack, walking towards the inside of the school. I quickly scramble down the hall once I make it inside, locating my locker.

I lean against it, slowly closing my eyes and letting out the deep breath I was holding in. My moment of silence is interrupted, however, as I feel someone lean against the locker next to mine.

"Bree Tomas, what a coincidence seeing you around here."

I sigh, hesitantly opening my eyes. "Hey, Florence. I thought of you today. It reminded me to take out the trash." I say, grinning at her patronisingly.

"Oh my God! You. Are. Just. So. Funny." Florence's high pitched voice shrieks at me.

I eyed her suspiciously, taking a cautionary step back from her. She was acting weirder than usual, that was for sure. "What do you want?" I snap.

It definitely wasn't the time for this.

She scoffed, flicking her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder in a boastful manner. "Okay, I tried being nice but if you're gonna be a bitch, then so will I."

"Meaning what exactly?" I hiss in annoyance. This day just couldn't get any worse.

A callous smirk formed on her face. And that's when I had no doubt in my mind that 'she-devil' was the appropriate title for her. "I know about your little kiss with Carson."

I freeze momentarily, her revelations catching me off guard. The thought of trying to feign innocence quickly crosses my mind but I decide against it. I knew that she knew, that much was obvious, there no point in denying it. "How the hell did you find out?"

She shrugs, fiddling with the end strands of her hair, obviously liking the power she now had over me. "You thought everyone had left the classroom but I snuck back and listened from behind the door. I knew that if I followed you, I'd eventually get some dirt on you. Turns out Bree's a little whore."

"You're psychotic, you know that?" I gape at her in horror. "And what're you gonna do now, run off and tell Ryder, huh?"

She laughs at my clear discomfort. "Well I could do that...but then again there is something that I want a lot more than seeing Ryder and his pathetic little heart being broken."

I fold my arms. "And what's that?"

She drops eye contact with me, instead inspecting her newly done French tips. "Oh I don't know—pull out of the fashion show maybe..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't think it was possible but Florence had scooped to an all new low. "No way! I worked hard for my spot, and even if I did pull out, who's to say they'd give it to you?"

Florence groans, rolling her eyes before she speaks. "My mentor found out that they were deciding between mine and yours but evidently, and so-wrongfully chose you over me."

I shake my head. "I don't care, there's no chance in hell I'm giving my place to you."

She lets out a mocking laugh. "Bree don't flatter yourself, we both know my designs would do more good being in the fashion show than yours."

I roll my eyes. "Oh and is that why I came third and you didn't?" I scoff.

She waves her finger in front of me, a sour look on her face. "Oh no, don't act like you're better than me, miss-I-can't-keep-my-lips-to-only-one-guy."

"Keep your voice down, and it wasn't like that, he kissed me." I hissed, not liking the fact her voice was raising ever so slightly.

Florence sends me a bored tone, a fed up tone in her voice as she spoke. "Look I actually couldn't care less about you and your feeling so spare me the details. All I wanna know is what you're going to do. What's more important to you Bree, your boyfriend or your career?"

Great, just what I need. More drama.