Bad Boy Isn't My Type - Extra POV chapters

Beck POV

Okay, so you were all asking me, and I mean all, the amount of messages I got were insane. Anyway, you were all asking me to write a third book and I stand with my decision of 'no', but have written a small chapter to give you all a view into what happened to their sons when they got older, which is what most of you wanted.

It was weird writing Andy and Hunter as older, but hey, with aging of children, comes aging of parents!

So here is a chapter in the POV of Beck, Hunter and Andy's son. Enjoy!

Beck POV.

                I was walking out of the school building, saying goodbye to a few of the girls when I noticed Zach backed against our car. I narrowed my eyes and started forwards, recognising the back of Tyler's head. There were two others there as well but I didn't know their names.

                Tyler had been picking on my brother for as long as I could remember, but Zach had always begged me to leave it alone. This time, there was no chance. He'd showed up with a black eye a few days ago and my mum had done her nut, whereas my dad just looked like he wanted to punch someone in the face himself.

                "Oi," I hollered, already losing my temper. Tyler turned at the sound of my voice and Zach shook his head at me. I mouthed an apology before standing in front of the arsehole with my arms crossed.

                "Problem, Beck?" Tyler asked and I shrugged.

                "Step away from my brother and leave him the fuck alone, then there will be no problem," I replied. Tyler smirked, obviously thinking that this was a fight he could win.

                "I don't think that's going to be happening, buddy," Tyler drawled. I was slowly losing my patience and didn't think of any consequences when I pulled my arm back and drove my fist straight into his nose.

                "Call me buddy again and I'll break it," I warned. Tyler had curled over, holding his nose as blood poured like a fountain from his nostrils.

                "You dick," Tyler started but when I turned back to him, he shut up. His group of followers had mysteriously disappeared.

                "Want one to the stomach as well?" I sneered, shoving him out of the way as I studied Zach's face. He narrowed his eyes and shoved me backwards.

                "What did I ask you?" Zach asked and I sighed, running my blood free hand through my hair.

                "I don't give a shit. You're worrying our mum and I'm not having that. Come on," I said, walking around the other side of the car. I was just about to unlock the doors when someone from the building called my last name.

                When I looked over the roof of the car, our head teacher was standing with her arms crossed in the doorway. Inwardly groaning, I held my hands up defensively.

                "What's up, Miss?" I asked, attempting to keep my cool when I secretly knew that the woman had it in for me.  Zach hissed at me to shut up but I dismissed him with a wave of my hand.