The Bad boy's Kitten

Chapter Three: This Is Why I Hate Badboys

My eyes were closed, trying to keep out the irritating character next to me. He, in a vain attempt to get my attention, poked my cheek. I batted his hand away and turned my back to him, sinking deeper into the red leather seat. The soft, red leather seat was extremely plush and seemed to bend to how your body wanted. I kept sighing and sinking into the pliable fabric, the red leather smelt of smoke which always made me incredibly sleepy. 

I tried to keep my attention on the mahogany desk, the light cream walls and deep red flooring. 

At least the blazingly discoloured light, of which kept buzzing, woke me up every five seconds when it would fizzle and pop. The irritating bugs that flew around the room aimlessly; seemed to love their impending doom and the death trap that awaited them. 

The floor was covered in stains, from coffee, tea, juice and hopefully...none of those fluids. Though, I doubted the Head even got any action. He was a middle aged balding man with a bad attitude and his vice head was an equally miserable middle aged woman.

An old, very dusty computer sat on the gorgeous mahogany desk- tarnishing it with its dated style. A pot of chewed pens sat to the left of it, while a binder that held all of the pupils information on it. And, yes. It was top secret. I'm not even joking, the words 'Top Secret' were printed on top of the folder in big bright red letters.

I tried to keep my attention on the large clear windows that overlooked the grey school grounds. There was hardly any greenery as the gardener quit last year because students wouldn't stop throwing rubbish. The school used to have beautiful fox gloves, roses, peonies, lily's- any flower you could think of! The school grounds used to be an oasis once you left the drab classrooms and escaped the evil villains who filled your head with Pythagoras. Yet now they were the same as the classrooms- shit.

The one lone tree we did have though, was stood in the centre grounds of the school, It's branches wound and twisted in odd shapes with hardly any leafs. The few that were actually on the tree were a horrible brown, discoloured colour. 

Quinn stood and walked around to where I was and kneeled in front of me, seeing that I wasn't going to be looking at him any time soon. I sighed, made eye-contact with him, snorted in annoyance and then hissed:

"What?" He smiled, poking my leg.

"Be my friend again?" I huffed, turning my head away.

"No. And we weren't friends to begin with, you silly sausage."

"Why?" Annoyingly, he poked my leg again.

"Guess why, soggy mushroom." He smiled the same lopsided smile and edged closer.

Then, the words I said finally processed and he smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"Because I'm deliciously handsome and you want me but you can't?" I almost snarled but I reigned it in, instead settling for ignoring him. 

He pouted like the man-child he was, before poking my leg again. He looked up at me to see my reaction. Nothing. I would've smiled at the disappointment on his face, but the thought that I could actually annoy him came to mind. Again, he poked me. Again, no difference. After thirty five pokes he could see it was getting to me. After seventy, I was holding in swearwords. After a hundred, I was holding back my desire to punch his pretty little face in. One hundred and fifty, I apologised for everything I did wrong in my life and asked what I did to deserve this. Of course this was in my head, so I got no answer. And, three hundred and thirty seven pokes later, I decided this was a bad idea.

"Hey! Don't touch what you can't pay for!" I snapped, catching his wrist and pushing it away. He got up and leaned over me, his voice becoming deep and husky.

"And what if I can pay for it?" Irritated, I pushed at his chest.

"Then nothing dickwadd, get back in your seat! Noob-a-tron 6000 might get in here in a minute!" A small, almost animalistic smirk appeared on his face.

He brought his head down to my neck, holding my hands that were once on his thick chest, in one hand. Leaning on the other hand, he nipped at my neck. Hot open mouthed kisses ran up the side of my neck, the occasional bite here and there turning my legs to jelly and stomach to a washing machine. Slight small gasps spilled out of my mouth as he made his was to my chest, licking and sucking his way there.

Coming to my senses pretty quickly, I kicked him in the dick once more and escaped to the other side of the room. He gasped, face turning a pretty shade of red as he fell to the floor once more. I was panting in the corner of the room, holding the metal bar I had in front of me defensively. I had nabbed the Headteacher's golf club (that he never used). He looked up, catching me in the corner of the room with the golf club in front, and started laughing. I was contemplating calling the asylum at this point. 

"What?" I said, Quinn freaking me out.

"Nothing, no woman I've ever been with has reacted in that way before." He said, a slight smirk covering his lips. I noticed they were slightly chapped and were a soft pink.

Soon after though, the Head master walked in- looking really worn and haggard. He looked as if he had been through a battlefield. He walked around his desk, and fell into his chair- seeming to sink into it. His eyes had seemed to have developed dark circles around them.

He threw my phone at me as he relaxed, I almost screamed as I leaped gracefully toward the phone.  I nursed it once caught, glaring at the head teacher as I slumped down into my seat again. Turning to the side quickly, I poked my tongue at Quinn before pulling the phone back up to my ear. I couldn't even say 'hello' before Alec spoke.

"I'm going to kill him." I stuttered, completely confused.

"W-what?" Amusement coloured his tone, before he sighed- as if talking with a child.

"I'm going to kill him." Again, I was speachless.

"U-uh, o...kay? Why?" He huffed, as if it was obvious.

"Well, Lala, something must have happened if you used violence. That's what I use and you don't. He's been irritating you hasn't he? How long for? Have other people been doing it to? Why didn't you tell me?" H spoke rapidly, not letting me speak.

"Okay, mother. Calm down." He snorted.

"I may not be your mother but I can still look after you, Lala." I smiled.

"I know, do you know when you're out?"

"Fucking pricks, they've extended it." I frowned.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Why? Oh, some prick was about to rape this kid- small fella. I gave the cunt brain damage." I nodded, good. Well, not good but good for the kid- I mean, it is a good thing that the kid was saved. There, better?

"So, when you out?" 

"Probably next month, I'll see if I can swing somethin' with Danny." I smiled again.

"Well, sorry Alec but I need to go. I love you." I felt Quinn freeze up next to me.

"I won't keep you any longer then. Bye babe. Love you."

"Bye." I hung up.

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First things first:

1. Sorry its late  2. Sorry its shit  3. Sorry its short

I'm tired. Sleep. Need sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I recently started school again so that shits been piling on crazy fast. Sorry again.