Done with pretty boys, hello bad boy

Chapter six

I wake up to a very annoying alarm ringing in my ear. "Morning to you too" I grumble to my phone as I turn the alarm off. I stretch and throw my legs out the bed. I forgot to take my clothes off yesterday. Aw well. I strip and go in for a quick shower. Come out dry my hair and do my hair like Ariana's again this time with a white bow. I apply some eyeliner and mascara with some lip balm. I throw on one of my janoskians quoted t-shirt, today it's 'I'm a slut' and I wear it with my yellow skater skirt. Adding some white flats and backpack and I'm ready for school. I pull my phone off of charge and notice its half six. "Just in time" I say to myself.

I walk into the living room to see Will and Luke, who must have stayed again. "Hey does this skirt look too short?" I ask them as I walk in. They turn to me.

"Ye-"

"No, it's nice" Luke cuts Will off.

I flatten the skirt out. "Thanks" I gave them each a kiss on the cheek before leaving. "See you's later" I call to them.

"Enjoy school" Luke shouts back.

"Thanks" I shout back before closing the door.

I never noticed till I turned around that Hayden was there looking at me. "Oh hey" I said, having the strange motion to fix my hair, I did a quick cheek to make sure it was the same as it felt when i last touched it. Yep, I'm good. I smile at Hayden who has been watching me not saying a word.

"Hi" he says finally with a smirk.

"God I hate smirks" I groan out loud walking past him and down the hall to the stairs.

"What?" Hayden asked with amusement in his voice. I could tell he was still smirking and it irritated me.

"Quit smirking and I might talk to you" I explained to him.

I hate when people smirk cause that means their going to do something or they know something and to be frankly honest I don't care nor will I ever give a shit what he knows or was/is going to do.

"Okay" he pulls me to a stop when we get to the outside of the front door. "I was going to say you looked nice" He explained and I felt bad for not listening to him, even tho I can't take a complaint, my cheeks go red. Lorikeets! they probably are right now. "But then I remembered you couldn't take a complaint." I'm glad he never mentioned my tomato red cheeks.

In a spilt Hayden's lips crashed into my cheek but as soon as it started it stopped and he was looking down at me smirking again. God I hate that smirk. I would tell him that if I wasn't in shock.

"What was that for?" I ask him keeping my voice steady.

"Nothing I just wanted to" he then held my hands as I look up at him, trying to figure him out.

I didn't have much time to figure him out cause a very rude guy with a leather jacket came barging in between us. Ours hands were knocked away from each others and eye contact was broke.

Hayden's face went from happy to sad, sad to pissed off in a matter of a second.

"What the hell was that Foster?!" Hayden yelled out raged.

The guy with the leather jacket never replied just got on his motor bike and zoomed off.

"Who was that?'' I ask. I recognise the guy, he was the one who barged past me yesterday. "And what's his problem?"

"Asher Foster, weird guy that thinks he's a bad ass. He's nothing but a little fucktard that sleeps with other people's girlfriends" Hayden said through gritted teeth.

"Does he hate the world or is it just me he likes to barge past?" I ask jokingly.

Hayden smiles at my way of lightening the mood "just you" he jokes.