Getting Married to the Bad Boy *REVISED* (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

Sorry for the long update guys, it's been a busy week. I'll try to update more. Once again guys this is the revised version, a lot of things have changed but the plot will remain the same. The comments may come a little off so don't let them confuse you.

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Rachel groaned, leaning her head against the lockers making Amanda and I look at her in concern.

"What's the problem?" Amanda asked for both of us. "What's the problem?" Rachel asked rhetorically, peering at us over her shoulder before standing up straight. "I'll tell you what's the problem, Mr. Miller." "The hot sub math teacher?" I asked. She nodded then sighed, leaning her back against the lockers. "We got an assignment 50 questions, worth 50% of our grade."

"Damn," Amanda whistled, patting Rach on her shoulder in comfort. Then deliberated for a few seconds.

"You know what could cheer you up?"

"What?"

"A daily dose of Reece Collins of course, and he should be walking through those doors about," Amanda glanced at her watch. "any second now." And as if knowing he was being summoned, the doors opened and Reece and his crew walked through them, gaining the attention they usually do.

"Is it just me or have they gotten even more attractive." Rachel said in complete bliss.

I watched as they walked down the hallway, his friends entertaining the attention and looks they're being given, while Reece confidently walked with a hand in his pocket and his eyes on his phone.

"Don't feel special sweetheart, I know everyone down to you and your little friends."

I scoffed. Why that thought decided to pass through my mind at this given moment is beyond me.

Deciding that I had better things to do than watch a group of boys walking down a hallway, I prepared to leave the scene, dragging Amanda and Rachel with me. However, before I could put my plan into action, the unexpected happened. Just when they were walking past us, Reece's eyes met mine. It was a solid four seconds, with everything moving in slow motion before he looked back at his phone again, and time took its normal course.

Please just make it be me, Please just make it be me, Please just m-

"What was that?" Amanda demanded, breaking me out of my mental chant, which clearly failed.

"What was what?" I asked, hoping she'd fall for my little act, but these two were my best friends. They could read me like a book.

She gave me a warning look, about to call me out on my bullshit when the bell rang.

I sighed in relief, saved by the bell. "Oh, that's the bell, let's go," I said a little too happily, dragging them along. "We'll get it out of you." Rachel threatened as she lagged behind, allowing herself to be dragged like Amanda.

"I'll tell you guys by lunchtime, I promise." Which seemingly satisfied them, as they mentioned nothing about the little interaction for the rest of the morning.

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"Ms. Evans"

"Ms.Evans"

"MS. EVANS."

I jumped in my seat, more aware of my surroundings. Most importantly, the properly manicured hands situated on my desk. My eyes slowly trailed from them to the face of Ms. Pearson, my English teacher. Gaining my attention, she stood to her full height then crossed her arms, her face stoic. "Welcome back to earth, Ms. Evans. Am I that boring that you sought to leave it?"