Bad Boys Do It Better

◀Chap. 2⚫The Bad Boy▶

Raine's POV

The rain had settled down to a slight drizzle the next day which was Friday and mom said that I had to go to school. From the moment I woke up I've been grumbling and I was in a shitty mood. The hand print that mom left on the side of my face didn't help either, I had to use concealer to cover it up and I did not like wearing makeup at all.

I had really wanted the rain to fall a lot longer but it stopped and I couldn't do anything about it.

I was sitting in the passenger side of my mom's silver Hunda Accord as she drove me to school. I didn't really feel like talking so I just stared outside at the passing scenery.

We arrived at my school twenty minute early. The rain wasn't falling too hard so I didn't bother with an umbrella. Mumbling goodbye to my mom I rushed inside the school mindful of the kids loitering in the hallway and made my way to my locker.

I stuffed my backpack inside my locker and grabbed the books for my first class.

I made my way towards my class but when I was almost there someone stood in front of me blocking my path. I didn't have to look up to know who it was, the school's most bitchiest girl, Brittney Slater.

I tried going around her but she kept stepping in my way.

"Is there a problem?" I asked getting really annoyed right now.

It was as if time had stopped and the hallway went eerily quiet, all eyes turned in my direction.

I was already in a bad mood and this bitch just had to walk up to me and make my mood worse.
All of a sudden she began to laugh. This squeaky snicker that sounded like she was trying to force the shit out of her ass. I wanted to slap her just to make her shut up.

Her two idiotic friends beside her began to join in on her laughter even though I didn't know why they were laughing. Starting to get really annoyed now I tapped my foot on the tiled floor.

"Well bitch. What is your problem?" She stopped laughing the instant I called her bitch.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to you little slut." A look of pure disgust crossed her face and I just stared at her dumbly.

Really. This hoe wants to try my patience this early in the morning. I rolled my eyes.

"Well you're the one standing in front of me soooo who the hell do you think I'm talking to."

She looked at her friends behind her smirking and said:

"This bitch done lost her mind."

When it was the exact opposite. I sighed. I did not have time for these wannabes right now. I quickly made my way around them while they were still laughing.

I felt someone grab my arm and I turned around to see the same damn girl holding on to me. I looked at her like she was crazy.

This bitch knew not mess with me, ever since I transferred to this school in junior year she was like a tic on my light skinned backside that just wouldn't go away. But after I popped her in the mouth the first day, knocking her out cold, she didn't mess with me. So I don't know why she felt like she could step to me now.

"I would advise you to get your thotty ass hand off me."

I was done playing. If this bitch don't let go of my hand this second I'm gonna give her one solid straight in her mouth. It looked like she saw that I wasn't playing no mo' and she quickly let go of my hand. I brushed off my sweater where her hand had been and scrunched up my nose. I pray to God none of her thottiness don't rub off on me.