Making A Bad Boy

"Good Boy"

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The rest of school went by in a daze. I hadn’t seen Carson for the rest of the day, but I did see Robin and Stacey. Stacey wasn’t looking too good; her eyes were puffy as if she’d been crying. I couldn’t help but assume it had something to do with a certain teacher.

I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook and asked “What did he do?” and put it on the corner of her desk. Her eyes widened slightly, before she took the note. She read it, and started writing on it. It was a full five minutes before I got it back. What the hell was she writing, a novel?

She pushed the letter onto my desk as soon as the teacher turned to scribble something on the board. I opened it eagerly and read it:

Jeremy has been acting really weird all day. He doesn’t want to see me or answer my texts. He completely ignored me in class today. I don’t even know what I did. I think it might have something to do with you walking in on us yesterday. But I know you won’t tell, I just can’t get him to believe me.

“Ms. Desmond?!” I looked up to see my teacher with her hands on her hips staring at me. The whole class turned around giving me their full attention. “Would you like to read that note aloud?” she asked bitterly. I looked over at Stacey who had a nervous look on her face. “No” I answered the teacher. She looked taken aback by my rude answer but quickly regained her composure, “Read it now” she demanded.  I looked back over to Stacey, who had a pleading look on her face.

Why should I get in trouble over some girl banging her teacher? She was nothing but a home wrecker. But even as I thought it, I knew I kind of liked her. She was just incredibly misguided. I then made a decision.

I looked at the teacher, smiled, and stuffed the entire note into my mouth. I chewed on the bitter paper, as the class gasped, the teacher standing there with a look of horror on her face. I spit it back into my hand to see all the ink had run, making the note unreadable. I stood up and walked over to my teacher, “Still wanna read it?” I said with a smirk trying to give her the note.

She took a shaky step back, “Go to the office!” she roared. I shrugged and left the room, the loud sound of the class whispering behind me. Stacey owed me big time. I walked down the barren halls slowly. I was not in a rush to deal with the principal on my second day of school. My mom is going to be pissed. I sighed; I’m always the bad guy.

I turned the corner to see Kyle walking out of the boy’s bathroom. I smiled, “Hey handsome” I called out to him. He looked up and saw me, his cheeks turning crimson. “Um hey Leigh” he answered. “We still meeting up after school right?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah.”

An awkward silence fell between us. I didn’t mind. I liked seeing guys squirm. He shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. “So…” he finally spoke up, “want me to walk you back to class?” he asked. He scratched the back of his neck. I smiled, “That would be great, except I just got kicked out” His eyes widened, “For what?” I shrugged, “Not important, but I am suddenly not feeling to go to the office. Wanna ditch with me?” He frowned, “We’d get in trouble Leigh, plus I have a quiz next period. I’ll just see you at the library later on”, He looked at his watch, “Oh, gotta get back” he said quickly, and walked away.

What the hell? With all the blushing he does, you’d think he’d be excited to skip with me. Am I losing my touch? Did I completely misinterpret the situation? I was pretty enough. Maybe he was faithful to that Hannah girl. But who the hell does serious relationships in high school? I hated good boys, especially the really hot ones. What a waste. I stomped off to the office.

The lady from yesterday was sitting at her desk filling out papers, she looked up and smiled at me, “Well hello Ms. Desmond” she said warmly, “Your first week going well?” I smiled back, “Well yesterday was fine, I just had a little run in with Ms. Myers. She sent me here” She shook her head, “That Ms. Myers is a tough nut to crack. She will come around eventually. Just have a seat there and Mr. Jackson will deal with you.” She gestured for me to go into the waiting room.