The bad boy next door

Red skittles let's be cops first t.o.m

~cleo pov~

He swung his bag gleefully over his shoulder and stared down at me with his bright greenish eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked me noticing my awed expression. I smiled down at my feet, "nothing. come on lets go!"

I Cleo, was walking down the hallways of our school, side by side with the most gorgeous boy I had very seen. Jasper Owens was the kind of guy I dreamed of. But the sad thing is he'll never be mine, he'll never be anyone's.

Its not like you can own him, he's a person not an object.

Plus he's a player, and I don't appreciate being thrown around like an old used toy.

I cradled my books in my arms and followed him through the snaking hallways. A few girls stared at me with a disgusted expression their face , others didn't even notice I was walking with jasper they just had their eyes on him. That really annoyed me.

Jasper was about to open the door to the outside world, when a mop of blonde hair interrupted my thoughts, and whatever was going to happen form then on.

"j-jasper!" she curled his name with her tongue and blocked me from the conversation. "Chelsea? what's up?"  he asked, nonchalantly opening the door at the same time. "I was just wondering why you haven't called me?" she cooed in a honey sweet tone.  He shrugged, "I've been busy."

She huffed. "are you coming with me to the party tonight?" "No, I'm not going."   Chelsea glared at him. "Why not?!" "I have plans." Jasper shrugged again, he reached behind her and grabbed my arm pulling me into the space between them.

"uh? what plans?" she spat eyeing me up and down. "Studying and stuff, so ah seeya later." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crisp cool air of the afternoon. But Chelsea followed. "Hey! don't walk away form me, Jasper Owens. your nothing without me. And you!" she said pointing a finger at me and prodding me in the chest. "Don't I know you? your  that girl from the bathroom!" I swallowed. "no, no you've got the wrong girl." I say. "you think you can take jasper away from me?"

"umm, no. not really, you seem very dedicated." I tell her, causing jasper to snigger behind me. "what's that supposed to mean. you know hell just throw you out like the rest of us!" she hissed. "um no actually he wont. you seem to have the wrong idea, Jasper ad I are just friends. You can have him, if that's what you want with him. Just don't hurt him, you look like a sort of person to lose their temper really easily." she glared at me with her eyes bright as flames, her golden hair (obviously dyed) flew out behind her. All in all she Looked like hell on legs.

she whipped her hand out from her hip, and slapped me on the face. I didn't hurt. in fact I didn't feel a thing. she smiled triumphantly. "ouch that really hurt!" I say smiling and trying to hold back my laughter at the same time.

"ugh, FREAK!" She screamed and stormed off leaving jasper and I along in the now empty hallway. That I did feel. That was not the first time I had been called a freak.

Jasper tilted his head  to the side. "Are you okay Cleo?" he asked worriedly. "yep! fine as... lemons?" I say taking a deep breath. "lemons?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "uh huh lemons!" I say smiling once more. Nothing can ever ruin my day. "your funny Cleo."

We jump into his car, and he started the engine. Jasper leaned down and turned the stereo. The killers blasted through really loud. "oops! sorry." jasper sheepishly turned down the volume. "no. no its fine this is my fav band!" I say. Jasper shakes his head smiling. "what's your favourite band?" I ask him.

He looks down. "ah... I have a lot!" "I bet its nothing compared to mine." I challenge. "okay then name your top...name your top five." "okay... there's. The killers, Radiohead, Metallica, guns and roses, my chemical romance.. oh wait that's five." I say counting it off on my fingers. "They are all my favourites too! I have all their albums, my mum says its not normal." he laughs. "my dad thinks they are brain washing me, I basically know all the words backwards." we both laugh.