I walk into my first block class. Math. Not my best subject. But my grade’s still decent in it. I walk in the door and no exaggeration but every pair of eyes shot towards me at the same time. Weird. The teacher, Miss. Smith, announced I was the new student. She told me to sit down at any empty desk. So I sat at the desk in the corner of the room. There was an empty desk beside it which made me sit there. Thinking I wouldn’t be distracted by anyone.
Someone walked into the classroom I was too busy taking notes to pay any attention to who it was. All I knew was that all the girls were swooning over him… of course, another school of sluts… Shocker. Hint the sarcasm.
My ears perked up at the mention of the last name Williams. Why did that sound so familiar? I look up and there’s that same asshole form the parking lot earlier. I inwardly groan.
“You know most girls just sit on my dick. They don’t sit in my chair waiting for me to come into class.”
Theres that stupid smirk. He sat down at the desk next to me.
I blushed a deep red.
“I am not going to be degraded and referred to as a slut, like most of the girls in this school seem to be. And just putting this out there I am not moving. I was here before you and I don’t see your name on it.”
“one, I didn’t say you were a slut.” He leans towards me and whispers “two, the girls in this school really are sluts. Last but not least, three you are completely wrong, my initials are clearly written there under your paper, bookworm.”
Sure enough there it was, his initials.
“I’m not moving no matter what you say so deal with it, asswipe.”
I did not say that. Judging by the look on his face and the people around us I did. What happened to me? This is not who I am. This guy brings out the bitch in me.
He faked a look of hurt. He also looked… shocked. HA!!! I just shocked the bad boy. Score!
‘You know you want me.”
“Yeah right, not in a million fucking years.”
“You will change your mind” he muttered under his breath barely audible, but I still heard him.
“Yeah right” I scoffed.
Miss Smith glared at us and her face was the shade of a tomato. She was pissed.
“Miss Rush, Mr. Williams. Are you done talking because I have a lesson to teach?”
She sounded like she wanted to throw a desk across the room.
Me, being in a sarcastic mood had to run my mouth.
“I think Mother Nature is having a visit to a certain teacher.” I mumbled.
I was trying to stifle a laugh but failed miserably, making Jake laugh too. I’m guessing he overheard that.
“DETENTION!!! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW, BOTH OF YOU!!!”
We gather our stuff and walk out of the class giggling like schoolgirls. I’m pretty sure I received more than a few deathly glares form the girls in the class.
We stumbled out of the classroom hunching over in laughter.
“That was hilarious. Her face was priceless.” Jake said between laughs.
“I am going to be in so much trouble when I get home.”
“You worry too much, and I just met you and notice this.”
Completely ignoring that I ask, “so where are we supposed to go now?”
“Are you implying what I think you are implying?”
“If you think I’m implying you’re an asshole, who has probably been in this situation many times, then yes I am”
“Not cool, but thanks anyway. You know no girl has ever stood up to me or called me so many names involving the word ass. You are pretty cool.”
“I guess I’m the only girl that your bad boy image has no effect on. In fact I don’t think you are a bad boy. I think you’re just like a little puppy dog.” As I say that I squeeze his cheek, making him blush. “Awww. You blushed. That’s so adorable.”
“HEY! That’s not cool. I’m the bad boy of this school. Get it right. I’m not a puppy dog, am I? And Jacob Williams is not adorable!” He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, not realizing he was pulling a puppy dog face.
“Awww, see I told you, you were like a puppy dog.”
He mumbled something that sounded like shut up, but I couldn’t really tell.
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*Jacob’s POV*
Gosh, this girl is driving me wild; I want to be able to call her mine. Sh!t I didn’t just say that did I. Oh my god, I did. No, I can’t be thinking that, if the guys find out I won’t live it down. I’m supposed to be the player who never has a serious relationship, the one that sleeps with any chick that will let him in her pants. Hell, I even fuck the ones that say they won’t. I’m the guy that broke every slut here’s here’s heart. But I won’t break hers if she gives me the chance to be hers.
But I mean look at her she’s beautiful. I don’t think she realizes it either. Her brown hair frames her face perfectly, making her even more unresistable. Her deep blue eyes, oh shit I could stare into them all day. Her body shape even though I can barely see it under those baggy clothes, I’m pretty damn sure it’s unbelievable. Everything about her is pretty much perfect.
I will make her mine.
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The Bad Boy and the Bookworm
Teen FictionNatalie Rush had a 4.0 GPA. She was the nerd who everyone steered clear of. The populars all would laugh at her because she had a different sense of style and wasn't like them. She only cared about getting into the perfect college after high school...
