The Most Dangerous Boy

Chapter 4

"Oh and Chelsea?" He asked turning over one more time.

"Yeah?" I asked looking up from my shoes.

"I don't think we can be friends, your sweet and sugar and I'm bad boy bad. You'll get hurt with me." He said looking in my eyes.

What? This kid thanked me for saving his FLIPPEN life, then he doesn't want to be friends?

"Um, who said we were friends in the first place?" I asked throwing back some attitude.

"Defiantly not me." He said turning away.

"Fine then." I stormed out of the room and slammed the door.

Wow, this kid needs a life. I thought.

The secretary gave me my classes and I got into my locker. I slammed it shut and practically ran to first. It was Math.

"Ahh, welcome Miss. Lynch. Take a seat over there." He pointed over to a seat in the back. All eyes followed me to the back of the room.

"Every one, I expect you to make Miss. Lynch feel welcome in this school. Please do so." The teacher said. There was a girl with light brown hair that sat I front of me.

She turned around and smiled at me. I smiled back.

After Mr. Generic called role he left the class room. I was trying to study because I didn't want to be in trouble while the teacher was gone. But about half way into class, the door opened. And in came Rylee. The students gasped and watched as he made his way to the back where I was.

"Hey, um your in my seat." Rylee said.

"Hey, um find a different one. Coz this one is taken." I heard gasps and whispers from all the students.

"You know what?" Rylee asked.

"What? You need to get your head out of your butt?" I said standing up.

The class was 'oohing' and laughing. Rylee was red with furry. He reached across the table and picked me up by the front if my jacket.

"Listen here babe, that's my seat and your a jerk. So be a good little b*tch and move. Or something bad will happen." He whispered looking in my eyes.

"Um, I had this seat first and look in the mirror and you'll find the jerk." I spat at his face.

He looked me in the eyes one more time. Then he threw me across the room and threw my books too. I hit the seat and my books flew on top of me. He stood over me.

"Now you no not to mess with me." He looked down at me in disgust.

He turned away and I stood up. I got to the seat before he did and I put my books on it. An sat down.

"Find a new seat. I'm pretty sure any one else will move for you. But not me." I said giving him a death look.

His face was dark and scary. It took all I had to not flinch. He raised his fist and punched my face. I flew out of the seat hitting the floor with a thud.

'Alright Rylee, game on.' I thought to myself.

I stood up and face him. He looked like he was sorry. He was going to be. I raised my hand and slapped his face. He rubbed his cheek and got up.

"What was that for bad*ss?" He asked gritting his teeth.

"Oh coz that's my spot and you just punched me in the face." I sat down in the seat and watched as the teacher walked in.

"Rylee find a seat. That's Chelsea's for today." Mr. Generic said.

Rylee growled and sat in a seat close to the front. He looked back once.

And that's when I saw a dangerous look in his eye.