Falling For The Bad Boy

Chapter One.

French class has just started and this Ariana girl is getting into my nerves. She could not shut up for even a minute. And the worst part was, she was just interested in getting to know about my life. She did not know that I don't like to talk about my life.
I gave her some glares but she only giggled at them. Was she insane? Was she some secret agent sent by some jealous fan-girl of Jordan? Why did she want to know so much about me? I had no idea!
I kept ignoring her but some questions were bothering me. If I didn't answer them, she would go and spread false rumors, maybe. Who knows?
But ugh! She just wanted to talk about me and me and me!

"Jordan and you are going out for two years now, right?" She asked in that most irritating voice ever.
I pursed my lips and gave her a tight lipped smile.
"Yes, we are." I replied.

"So are you really close to Zayden?" She asked, her voice changed to an uncomfortable one. She definitely liked Zayd. Even her eyes showed that she wanted to hear 'no'.
But hey? Wouldn't it be the perfect opportunity to shut her up?

"Yes Ariana, of course I am! We are best friends." I said, smiling as best as I could.

I should give you this advice. Don't ever, EVER agree to help your best friend out with a talkative girl.
It could make you want to strangle people till they die. And that's illegal...

"Oh." Ariana kept quiet for some time. Thank Goodness!
I think I should reply like that more often around her.

"Jordan never had a problem with you and Zayd?" She asked, her eyes widened up. Now she wanted to hear the usual drama that my boyfriend hated my best friend and I was stuck in between them — but no. This wasn't a bit true. In fact, Zayd and Jord were like brothers to each other.

"No. He understands." I casually said, looking away and rolling my eyes so that she couldn't see.
She went silent again after that.
I mentally sighed and hi-fived myself

Soon, the french lesson got over and we separated. I thanked my math class million times because now it was math. Entering the class, I sat on the last bench. My head was throbbing after hearing her sharp voice for a whole one hour. I held my head in both the hands and rested it on the table. I closed my eyes and stayed like that. It was peaceful. Then unfortunately, I heard the foot steps of other students coming in. I sighed.

They'll all make noise now.

But still I felt better. I just needed a little spacing out. And peace. And sleep. And food. Oh foooooood...

But not anymore.
Because an asshole hit me hard on my head with a notebook. I groaned in pain and knew exactly who was it. Who else could be the troublemaker in my math class?

"Zayden Parker, I didn't know you had a death wish." I stood up, carrying a furious expression. It showed evidently I was going to kill him. He laughed at me and ran. I ran after him madly.
I was not really in mood of a fight but he started it. So I am up for it now!
He kept laughing and running around the classroom. Everyone around were enjoying the show and laughing along with him.
He stood near the teacher's table and I followed him. We both stopped at the opposite corners of the table. He was grinning like an idiot. And I was boiling from anger.
I saw a pen stand on the table.
And stupidly, without thinking anything, threw that at him. His head got hurt and he held his head dramatically. And now it was my time to grin. Even though he obviously wasn't hurt, he did this. He showed me I won. This was a habit of his'. When it came to me, he was the best.
He frowned and pouted dramatically.
I then walked up to him and kept my index finger on his chest.

"This bad boy can't win when it comes to me." I said, panting but still in confidence.

He chuckled and then said "Believe me, you'll lose one day." He almost whispered near my lips and caused me to shiver. 
I shook my head because he didn't have any effect.

"Guess what? You charm does not work on me, bad boy." I smirked and turned around to walk to my seat again.

But I stopped mid-way as I heard him say "They will, one day you'll fall for the bad boy, little best friend." He said. I could feel him smirk naughtily behind me.
I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe in your dreams." and with that I went and sat on my seat.
He kept the pen stand on its place and came to sit with me.

As he planted his ass on my bench, we both bursted out laughing like idiots. We were too immature to be sixteen. But were mature enough to understand each other's importance in life. He meant the world to me and that was because he knew the real me and my insecurities.
I could lay down my head on his shoulder talking about random stuff all day and he wouldn't mind. He would just smile at me, laugh at me, make fun of me and when I would need, hug me.

I wish we stayed forever.

I really needed him at every step I take. He was my hope, my smile and my support. When I got betrayal from friends, he was there, whenever Jordan misunderstood or fought with me, he was there.
And then, he was there when I suffered from the most painful incident of my life. He saw right through me and knew what I needed. No one talked to me, everyone pitied me. But he...he just loved me. He took care of me like a baby.
I owed him a lot. A LOT.
And I am so proud of him for his deeds. I wish he would be my friend till the end of my life. Because honestly, I wouldn't be able to survive a single day without his presence or feel in my life.
Undoubtedly, he was the first person I would choose in my life. Even my mother was second. Because for once, I have been hurt by her badly. When I needed her the most, she didn't talk to me for days. And that time, Zayd chose to stay with me every minute of the day. That made my trust and love stronger for my best friend. I just knew we will end forever. Or will even not end after that. We liked to believe we'll come back as funny ghosts after death and have our share of pranks with the people we hate. We're the best, aren't we?

Like they say, a girl and a boy can never be best friends. One or the other falls in love, or both. But I just wish, nothing like that happens in our lives. We both are really best friends and just best friends.

"June Sullivan! Zayden Parker! Get out of the class, right at the moment." Our math teacher shouted at us. It was more like screeching her voice on purpose into our ears. Then she muttered to herself: "these two idiots, always laughing!"

We both looked at each other and then again, we could not help but laugh. We were kicked out of the class. So we just walked through the corridors leaning onto each other, randomly laughing, slapping each other for no reason and making fun of that Godzilla math teacher of ours.
Yeah we got her this nickname.
Aren't we insane?

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Morning people.
It sucks to be in senior year, I tell you.
You get to see the most painful time of your life here.

Well, my bad.

I hope you're actually liking the book.

-Ana

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