Playing The Bad Boys Game

The Principles Office

Our principle Mr Davis was sitting in front of us with gritted teeth. He was tapping his finger in a steady beat. You can feel the anger radiating off him.

Mr Davis sits up "im so angry right now" no you dont say....i always hated Dr Davis. Hes one of those people who will always find fault in something and always pick on you.

His gaze fixes on Josh "how many times will we be meeting like this...i mean can one week...ONE WEEK! go past without some drama" he begins to raise his voice and i flinch as the others just look bored.

"no you know what...ive had enough" his brings his hand down on the table heart and i swear my heart skipped a beat. "i will be take desperate measures from here on...all i need is one more fight or an argument anything disruptive and your out"

He gives us a venomous look then carries on "i dont even care who started it one more fight and your out"

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As we step out of the principals room i feel anger heat up inside of me, i didnt even do anything i got dragged into this by association. Seriously after everything Mr Davis said Josh can still laugh with Drake. Its as if he doesnt even care i mean come on its our last year in school.

Josh seems to notice my discomfort and steps towards me as if to comfort me. He gives me that award winning smile and pulls me into a hug "you worry way too much" he whispers in my ear

Wait WHAT i worry too much more like he doesn't worry enough.

My hand make their way up and rest on his chest as a gently push him away. "i need to get to class" i mumble before walking to my next class, English. How i hate English, i mean i literally hate anything to do with writing some may call it laziness but in my eyes im just on energy saving mode.

Once i step into my English class a huge grin forms on my face as i make my way over to my seat next to Amy, she always seems to cheer me up. But then i notice everyones eyes plastered on the board and in bold colours i see the 3 words i dread the most.....New Seating Plan.

You would literally be living a miracle if you like your new allocated seats. I mean how is it possible that out of all 30 students in this class your name just manages to be seated next to that one person you dread.

Just as i thought my day couldnt get anyworse.....it did.

There it is that picture. That picture could mean only one thing. That picture could only be one person.....Shakespeare. I let out a groan, i mean dont get me wrong the guy is a genius. But is it wrong that I DONT UNDERSTAND A THING HE SAYS.

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Once Mr Hopkins sat most of the people down in the allocated seats there was only 3 of us left.
Me, amy and Ron the coughing boy...hmmm maybe i might have a chance of sitting next to Amy... oh please...i cross my fingers and close my eyes...please don't sit me next to coughing boy...ill do anything.

Mr Hopkins voice then echoed through the room "amy and Ron on the next table".

I meantally bashed my head repeatedly against a wall. Amy gives me an apologetic look and sits at her seat.

Well sitting on my own is better that sitting next to someone i dont like.

"and you two sit at the very back" Mr Hopkins finished

You two? Whats he on about its only me here. As i turn around to look behind me i bash into something hard. "sorry, im so sorry" i quicky say before i look up.

Oh no, this cant be happening to me. Oh lord why. Standing in front of me is Aiden...Josh's enemy Aiden therefore my enemy Aiden, if Josh found out about this im doomed.

A playful smirk appeared on his face "dont worry about it"

I let out a long exaggerated sigh and stepped closer to him "listen we both know why we cant sit next to each other so can we just tell sir we dont work well together and go our separate ways"

He had an amused expression as if he was enjoying this "nah i think ill pass"

How annoying can one person be "Listen i dont think you know who your dea-"

"i know exactly who im dealing with" he interrupted moving closer to me "your Mia, that douche bags girlfriend" he takes another steps until were so close i can feel his breath on me. "But you wanna know what my guess is" he tilts his head towards my ear, my breath gets caught in my throat as he begins to whisper "your not happy with him".

I stand there shocked, at the effect he had on me and turn to left to see him take a seat, my eyes dart over to the empty chair right next to his...my chair.
This is going to be one long English lesson.