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

Chapter 7

"It's okay, Paige," I mumbled to myself in trepidation as I stood outside the door of my English class, a.k.a the class I was currently 15 minutes late for.

This was my first time in all my years of attending Rickston High School that I, Paige Evans, had ever been late for a class by this much.

1 minute? Sure.

5 minutes? I've had my times.

15 minutes? Not in my lifetime.

Rickston High had this thing referred to as the "Grace Period." After the late bell rings, each student is offered the chance to arrive at their respective classes in the next five minutes, anything beyond that landed you detention. It was a good deal and even more so why excuses were rarely allowed—key word: rarely, which meant that they were times when excuses worked their magic.

My problem? I had no valid excuse.

What was I going to say?

Oh, sorry, I was late. My driver, who so happened to be Reece Collins, dropped me off six minutes away from school in order to salvage his precious reputation?

Yeah.

Didn't think so.

Then there was the fact that I was a horrible liar, and not even a week ago, Ms. Pearson caught me slacking off in class, which was also because of you know who. Well, I was overthinking a trivial matter, so that was partially, okay, mainly my fault. Still, it didn't change the fact that so far all things horrible and negative happening in my life as of recent led right back to Mr. self-righteous.

"Are you planning to open the door any time soon, or are you just going to stare at it all day?"

Even my inner-me knew I had to take some sort of action sooner or later.

"That's a good question."

"First time late?"

"Something like that"

"It's just one detention, you'll live."

I scoffed.

"Easy for you to say, wait until you get your own clean record."

The voice chuckled. "How about you open the door and find out?"

Wait a minute.

Could inner me's have a voice deeper than the host?

Turning around slowly, I came face to face with a complete stranger who though his eyes were currently hidden beneath a pair of trendy shades that fitted his face perfectly, I had no doubt that they were staring at me in complete amusement. If the slight smile that graced his lips were anything to go by. I took in his comfy attire of a pullover hoodie and jeans and the brunette curls on his head that rested against his forehead, almost touching his shades.

Was he new here? He had to be new here. There was no way someone like him wouldn't be noticed by the girls at our school or by me.

"You wouldn't so happen to be a literal manifestation of my inner thoughts, would you?" I asked, mentally facepalming myself after I did. Geez Paige, could you be any more embarrassing, first time meeting a hot guy, and this is the first thing you say.

His lips turned into a full-blown smile, making me swoon. Who was this guy?

"I'm more of a guardian angel if I do say so myself." He replied, making me raise my eyebrow in question.

"After you," he said, gesturing towards the door of doom.

I sighed and turned around, deciding to rip off the band-aid because whether I went to this class or not, the punishment would still be the same. Upon opening the door, the class went silent, and Ms. Pearson paused in her teaching, greeting me with a fake sweet smile.