Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Four

Sky's POV

I woke up to the light of the outside world and I groaned. I had classes today. Hell was literally knocking on my door.. At school people usually give me mean glances and I don't really care. Let them think bad about me, let them think I'm a freak. I don't care. I don't care at all what they think. Now, if someone's getting on my nerve I can snap their wrist.. Don't think I won't do it either.

I took a quick shower then slipped into some ripped jeans and a worn out sweatshirt. I did my hair into a messy bun and it turned out better than I thought. I slipped on my shinny combat boots, then I did my dark make-up. I made my way out the door and I saw Zayn leaning on a motorcycle. It was all black, interior and all. It was mysterious looking, and it was cool.

  "Nice ride, Zayn."

He smiled at me and when I reached him he locked his arms around my waist.

  "Can I give you a ride?" He asked.

  "Sure, why not?"

He let go of my waist, when I realized I forgot my phone, and backpack I ran back inside to get them. Zayn mounted the motorcycle as I ran. I grabbed my phone from my room and my backpack from the hallway. When I walked back out, I saw Zayn smirking and shaking his head. I climbed onto the motorcycle and locked my arms around his torso.

  "You're going to school yet, you forget the most important thing you need."

  "Eh, I hate school, so, and I'm going to become a dropout with my sucky grades."

Zayn turned on the motorcycle and it roared with life. Soon we were driving to school, and it didn't take long, it was a walkable distance, but Zayn offered the ride and I didn't feel like walking. Zayn pulled up to the main gates and I got off the motorcycle.

  "What type of motorcycle is this?" I asked.

  "2006 Harley Davidson Duce," he said.

  "Maybe you can teach me how to drive it."

  "Maybe, but, if you wreck it I'll the you forever."

I smiled and turned to walk to school when Zayn cleared his throat, telling me to turn back around. I did and walked back to him. He was leaning on his motorcycle once again.

  "Yeah, Zayn?"

  "Can I get a kiss?

I smiled and leaned into kiss him, but then I turned around completely and began walking onto school ground. I heard his footsteps behind me, then his arms wrapped around me. I smirked and did the move he showed me last night, except the throwing the elbows part. I had his arm locked behind his back in a matter of seconds. He looked over his shoulder to see me.

  "I forgot I taught you that move."

I smirked and let him go. He quickly pecked my lips before the first bell rang, signaling all the students to get to homeroom. Zayn nudged me towards school and I gave him a loud groan.

  "I'll text you!" I called.

  "Don't get in trouble, babe!" He called.

  "Trouble's my middle name, Zayn!"

He chuckled and I went to the hellhole, aka school. I hope Lydia didn't see us, because that would just be bad.

When I arrived at my first class , I was five minutes late, and I saw a new face in the crowd. He looked a little familiar, but I don't know from where, though. I sat in my seat and I looked back at him. He had a buzz cut, brown eyes, and some arm tattoos. He was cute, to be honest. Then I turned to the kid sitting next to me.