Deal With A Bad Boy /Dylan O'Brien/

Chapter 1 "Oh no, I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you."

A/n: So this is my first story and it may not be the best or anything, but well I tried. I should warn that English  is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes and stuff. But thank you for reading this story.

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Walking, walking, walking...

Can there anything mo boring than that? Don't get me wrong I like walking.. sometimes. But when you have to walk to school and you just have figured that your earphones are broken and you don't have backup ones. Let me tell you it's not really pleasant.

I feel like there is something wrong with my skirt. I let my hand fly over the skirt feeling the edges again. For the fifth time. No everything seems fine. Relax Katherine it's not too short. I've seen it on me in front of the mirror and it's totally fine.

An older lady walked past me with a dog, looked at me a little and then turned to the dog again. Yep, it's too short. She probably thinks I'm slut. I'm pretty sure even the dog looked at me and thought..-. Okay, let's stop right there. It's just new skirt I've never worn it before and I'm nervous, little bit pissed about first day back at school after nice weekend. That's it. Nothing more.

With that I finally arrived to school.

Great now i'm late. And math is first. Shit. Shit Shit. Math teacher is really mean. I'm sure Satan sent from Hell here to destroy children's hopes and dreams. And in his last life he killed his family and half the village they lived in... Okay, maybe this is too cruel to say.

I opened the door to the class and hole class stared at me . I hate when I'm late and then everybody stares at me like I'm some kind of dancing chicken with a handbag. At least they don't laugh, if I'd see dancing chicken with a handbag I would laugh my ass off.

"Miss James you're late. Do you have go back home to learn how clock works?" Mr. Stain said. I take that back. What I said isn't cruel to say.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stain. It won't happen again." I promised.

"Let's hope that. See you at detention." He said as he turns back to the board and continued writing something.

"Freaking shit satin." I mumbled under my breath.

I was on my way to my table when door opened again. In curiosity I turned to see who came in. I see, Dylan, our school bad boy, also my neighbor. The most annoying dickhead ever. Our bedroom windows are right across from each other and it's horrible. He has loud parties and lot of girls coming to his bedroom. Sometimes his window is open and that's not good, so not good. Of curse I've tried to talk to him to stop having loud parties and closing the window, but then the next time there is even louder party and louder everything else.

"Detention." Was all Mr. Stain said without looking away from the board.

"Yea-yeah. What else is new?" Dylan answered sarcastically and sits down behind me. Girls giggled lightly to get his attention. I just rolled my eyes to that. I mean I get why he is really hot, he has a motorcycle and a car and so on. But he also treats girls like crap. Sleeps with them and then don't want nothing to do with them afterwards. Like, how does anyone want this?

"Yo, neighbor in the sexy skirt," he said as he poked me with finger, "what page are we on?"

I turned my face to him, "I don't know, why don't you ask one of those horny girls willing to do everything to sleep with you?" I said and turned back.

He chuckled and leaned closer to my ear. "Like you are not one of those girls." He said but didn't pull away.

 I tuned to him again and said "Trust me, I'm not."