The Bad Boy Has A Secret

Chapter 5- Unhealthy Obsession

Damian---

It's been a week since I've joined this school. A week since I first laid my eyes upon her.

She's so captivating I'm practically begging for her to be around me. Yes I'm desperate. Maybe also selfish. She effortlessly draws me in like ethereal incense. She smells like it too. I've seen her in lessons- how her notes are simple but organised, how she completes work like a silent powerhouse, how she stays humble and quiet even when showered with praises.

I'm already incredibly grateful I sit next to her in most classes but for my greedy ass, that's not enough.

Luckily, I might be onto something useful that'll change that.

I just need to test it out. At lunch.

I sit brain-dead through double English as my soul is almost fully drained out of me from all the boring analysing we have to do. Almost. Y/N just barely saves that little ounce of sanity, and she doesn't even realise it. As I continue waffling in writing form, my pen starts dying and releases its final scratchy marks of ink before giving up.

"Y/n, you got a spare pen I can borrow?" I ask, batting away a fly that had begun to irritate her. "Mine ran out."

Her voice is pleasant to hear, maybe even when she talks coldly to me. "I don't have one. Even if I did, I don't give out pens and stuff."

"Oh- 'K then. You got a- what's it called.. sharpener? My pencil's a bit blunt."

"Do I look like a stationery store to you?"

Ugh. This isn't how I wanted it to go.

"Hey hey, chill, didn't mean to get you all pissed off." I conceal the disappointment in my tone as she looks away from me. "No need to bite me." I rush to come up with more small talk, leaning slightly closer.

"What brand of pens do you use?"

"...
Micron Biro 21..."

"Cool. Where'd you get t-"

Y/n glares at me and interrupts. "Leave me alone Damian."

Why does she only ever say my name annoyedly? Hurt, I slump against my seat. I can't leave her alone. Sometimes I wish I could. For both our sakes. But I just can't. I don't remember staying away from a girl being so difficult in the past. I just had to fall for the unnatainable. I think I'm unhealthily obsessed with her.

The time rolls round to 12:30.

I'm banking on the possibility that she's gonna go to the wooden bench in the field again. I make my way there, letting Hayden, the bad basketball catcher, know where I am first. He nods and says he'll wait for me before starting the game. He's a real one for that.

Sure enough, she's relaxing on the bench, braiding her hair. Gosh, her hair. I'm convinced it's a gift sent from heaven. All of her is sent from heaven.

I kinda of hate what I'm about to do. She'll probably hate me even more than she does. But fuck me, I'm impatient, greedy and selfish. This looks to be the only way to hang out with her. Maybe I can make the situation better by treating her out.

She lifts her mesmerising hazel eyes from her braid and they meet mine. Her face instantly twists into an annoyed expression. Hesitance sparks in my heart. Should I really go on with this? Why the hell is she making me feel this way in the first place?

"You seriously can't leave me alone, can you?" Y/N questions.

No, I can't.

"Why would I want to?"

She rolls her eyes.

"What do you want?"

You.

"Uh- you're always alone- wanna go out to town tonight with me? Forecast said it'd be fairly clear skies- and there's this cool place I could show you."

Why am I suddenly forgetting how to talk to girls?

"I'm always alone because I want it that way,"

I laugh in my head, thinking of the Backstreet Boys.

"it shouldn't concern you. And no, I don't want to go out with you. Sounds like you're trying to take me out on a date- probably like you've already done with half the girls here."

Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Does she seriously see me as a stupid playboy, just cause I've had multiple past girlfriends and talk to everyone casually including women?

"I'm not like that, sheesh." I rake my hand through my smooth hair.

"Sure, whatever you say. Still don't want to go out with you."

Ugh- I'm sorry y/n. But also not.

"Would this, change your mind?"