Loving The Bad Boy

Chapter 2

Tanner Lively Above^

The bell rings finally ending third period. My English class is boring, our teacher is like a 1980's hippie, it's not bad to be a hippie, but I mean he's wierd.

I walk down the hallway to my locker to put my stuff away for lunch, saying hey's, hello's, and waves through out the hallway. I reach in my pocket for my phone as it buzzes right when someone bumps into me and all my books along with my phone go flying across the floor.

"Uggh." I say as I bend down to gather my stuff.

"Woah clumsy." A very familiar voice says.

I squint my eyes closed tightly, mentally cursing to myself.

I look up only dreading what stands above me, Tanner Lively. If I may explain Tanner is the biggest I mean BIGGEST with all caps, douche in Highland Academy, girls fall all over him. He's captain of the football team, and hell I don't even know how he managed to get into the best ranking private school in Miami with the grades he accomplishes.

"Fuck." I say under my breath, as I direct my attention back to picking up my books.

"What was that sugarlips?" He says as he bends down, acting as if he didn't hear me the first time.

Here we go with the nicknames, the nicknames he uses to swoon every girl over. I don't know how they work, they're horrible, I mean Sugarlips? Come on what kinda name is that.

I roll my eyes as I look up at him, "Are you help or just stand there? Cause incase you didn't notice you made this mess." I bite back, waving my hands at my scattered books.

"Ouch those words hurt really bad." He says sarcastically as he bends down and grabs my stuff.

"What a gentleman." I say with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile.

"No problem lovely." He says, winking at me.

I roll my eyes as I stand up and pull down my skirt, brushing it off and yanking my books from his hand rather aggressively.

"Someone's fiesty." He says with a grin.

I roll my eyes once again as I turn, my blonde hair flying in the air and landing on my shoulder, as I start to walk off.

"Hey miss priss-" He calls after me.

I halt, turning towards him, not really giving a shit about what he has to say.

"-you left something." He says as he holds out his arm, showing my phone sitting in his hand.

I walk towards him, snatching it from his hand and throwing him a glare before making my way towards my locker again.

"By the way, nice outfit!" He yells ending it with a whistle as I continue to walk down the hallway.

I roll my eyes, (which I do rather often) turning the corner towards my locker. It's only the end of third period and I already know it's going to be a long day.

Hope you're enjoying so far, it will get better I promise!!