I can't Believe the Bad Boy likes Me

Bring It On

I woke up to my alarm going off. It was Monday and that meant school. Yay. Note sarcasm. I got up and took a shower. I did my make up but kept it to a minimum. I had dark blue washed jeans and I had a black tank top and top with a leather jacket. Hey I like my jacket. I got an Apple and went to my car. My brothers were already in my car waiting for a ride.

When I drove in I saw the guys with there mouths hanging open and the girls fixing there shirts and boobs. Gross. I had tinted windows so they were in for a surprise. My brothers got out and then I was the last one. The girls all sent my death glares. Some of the guys were whistling and howling. My brothers were ahead of me sending glares to the guys that made noises. I sent winks to some of the girls and the looked shocked.

My brothers told me where my locker was and told me where my classes were. I was still sore so took a couple of aspirins. When I closed my locker I was pinned on the lockers. I was about to scream but the mystery guy had his hand over my mouth. He was dressed in all black. How convenient. He took off his hoody and it showed, yours truly, Blake. He as breathing heavily. He looked down at my lips. I blushed. He told me,"You are mine." I pushed him away. "I am not yours." "I will make you admit that you are mine. You are supposed to be with me." "Pfft. Yeah right." "I will make you admit it." "Bing it on." I turned and walked away. He grabbed my wrist and he he just looked at me with cold expression in his eyes. He tightened his grasp and it started to hurt. "Ow let go you're hurting me." He let go and I smirked and walked away. That's what he gets.