I'm a Bad Guy... (duh)

Chapter 3

Carla's POV:

I woke up, groaning at the pain that came to my head. Whoever that guy was, he hit me pretty bad. Immediately, the nurse came over and handed me an ice pack. I love ice. You can eat it, use it for wounds, put it in drinks. It's perfect. A guy once broke his arm and came back perfectly fine the next day thanks to some ice the nurse gave to him.  I thought it wasn't real until I cut my palm and the ice fixed it in an hour.

I pressed it softly against my head, but it did nothing to soothe my impending headache. I checked my phone. It was 11:38 p.m. According to my timetable, I had history now. 

Why do I have History. Heck, why does History even exist? It only serves as a reminder of all of our failures as the human species. 

I stopped my internal monologue. I was going to get my villain arc soon but now wasn't the time, I had a class to get to.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. My head spun as I saw 2 doors in front of me, which one was it? I shook my head. Never mind it was just one door. I shakily made my way towards the door and tried to walk to the class. Keyword: tried. I didn't know where History class was.

"Can I help you?" A playful voice asks me from behind.

I spin around and see another guy behind me.

"My name is Alexander," he said. "Alexander Hillington" 

I just stood there, not knowing what to do because of my failing social skills. "I'm assuming your the new girl, Carla?"

I nodded dumbly. I finally remembered why I was still here and not running away in the opposite direction, "Can you show me where History is?"

He led the way, with his long strides, making me almost run with his fast pace. What's up with guys walking so damn fast. At long last, we finally reached the Door of Doom. I exhaled.

Come on you can do this. Its just 1 hour. If you can survive getting knocked out, you can survive History.

I pushed on the door handle and stepped in. Everyone stared at me. Didn't they know staring is rude. I wanted to go back out already, but since I came in there was no other choice.

The teacher nodded at me in acknowledgement, and jerked his head towards 2 seats near the back. Thank god, he didn't make me introduce myself to the class. I chose the window seat, the view of the school gardens was pretty nice. I usually put some effort, but thanks to my splitting headache, I couldn't focus. After 5 minutes of the teacher droning on about The American Revolution, he got disrupted by someone walking in.

"So nice of you to finally join us, Ryder Durkan."

I followed his gaze over to the student he was mad at. It was the same boy who gave me this damned headache. I glared at him. So Ryder was his name. I seethed silently at Ryder, cursing him in every language I knew.

He made his way to his seat, which was very surprisingly right next to mine. He scowled at me.

"You're sitting in my seat." Who did this guy think he was?

"Okay. And?"

"Move." He was getting annoyed.

"No." I laughed at him in my head, he was so arrogant.

The teacher shot warning looks at both of us and with a huff, he sat down next to me. One point for me and zero for you, ha! The teacher continued talking, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I was roughly woken up by someone.

"What?" I mumbled groggily, whoever woke me up better have a good reason.

"Wake up, you lazy fish." It was Ryder. How dare he call me a fish, though I was gawping at him like one. From this close, I could see his mysterious eyes that stared into the depths of my soul. I shivered internally. He was so pretty. Why are all of the pretty guys so rude? He then walked out of the class without another word. The bell rang, and the rest of the students started leaving the classroom. I checked my timetable, I still had a long way to go before lunch.