The Bad Boy Stole My Heart

The Courtyard

Sadly, and I say sadly with a bleak expression, school was over, which meant I was off to babysit my little brother while my mom went around with her new boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but I just never get to get out anymore. I'm always home. I guess my mom takes advantage of that seeing as how we haven't really talked to her for a while. I really needing a shopping break.

Just as I slowly turned to my new 2015 dodge charger Hellcat, ((see media above)), Antoine caught my eye. He was speaking to a couple of our classmates from first period. He had technically left me alone the other three classes we had together so I figured he was done messing around. At least I thought so... Turns out he left the other girls who were obviously flirting to run towards my direction. I couldn't help but mutter a curse, wouldn't exactly call it a curse seeing as how it was "darn", as he quickly closed the distance.

Suddenly, a large pale hand wrapped around my shoulders and I smelt a overwhelming gust of sweat take over my nose. I quickly looked up as Antoine stopped dead in his tracks, quickly smiling at the tall, 6 foot 3 inch quarter back towering over me.

"Ryan" I giggled lightly hugging him tightly though the smell was horrible. Such a sweaty boyfriend I had. We had become close as babies since our parents were best friends. Honestly, if I had to choose between Chrissy and Ryan, it would be Ryan every time. "You smell like a moldy gym pack" I pinched my nose pulling away slightly.

"You know you love it, Nicki, why aren't you at Cheer Practice?" He tilted his head slightly as I opened my door setting my things inside.

"You know how my mom is," I sighed leaning against my car as Antoine slid in beside me seeming to glare intensely at Ry. "What do you want Antoine?" I sighed again but this time dramatically and slightly annoyed but he just seemed to get more aggravated by the second.

"Aye, Mami," he speaks with an almost possessive tone, "who's this tool?" He continued looking over Ry as I shook my head.

"This is Ryan and last time I checked, you were the tool." I spoke defensively for him. "What do you want?"

Ryan then speaks up placing his hands on my shoulder returning Antoine's glare. "Who are you anyway? Don't tell me, your a groupy as well?" He chuckled as he nods over to the sidewalk where other males and even females stood in awe of me. It was to be expected of course. I was a rarity, a smart cheerleader who doesn't get out much. As I sighed Antoine grabbed my hand forcibly and pushes me to the side, his other hand balled into a tight fist as his jaw clenched, and his large hand connected to Ryan's face.

No one had ever hit Ryan, I mean I knew he could fight but... The hit he just received was enough to send him back and even made my jaw hurt just watching. Suddenly I find myself standing in front of Antoine, a furious glare on my face as my opened palm meets the side of his face with a loud smack.

"Get out." I growled furiously and for once, he looked hurt.

I... Am the girl who hurt the bad boy.