Becoming the Bad Boy [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7

Becoming the Bad Boy
Chapter 7

For the rest of the day I was avoided. I guess it was better that way because I wouldn't have a fight with anyone, and that would mean that the school would have no reason to contact my dad. As soon as I entered the cafeteria the noise instantly died down and I felt everyone's gaze on me as I retreated towards my seat.

April was perched on an empty table, her hood covering her eyes and not allowing her to make eye contact with the people surrounding her. The salad lay in front of her, untouched. As I reached my seat, I pulled my chair forward, the scraping sound echoing throughout the whole of the cafeteria. The silence was deafening so I looked up into the eyes of Jason. He was smirking at me and I grinned, remembering how satisfied I felt when I pounded that guys face in.

The chatter slowly increased until everyone was occupied with their own lives once again. "The Bad Boy strikes again!" Jason whispered, in a mocking voice and I turned, playfully punching him on the arm. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my neck, his knuckles rubbing across my scalp. I yelped and growled, maneuvering my head so that I didn't have to endure such pain.

"This food is crap." I announced and banged my head on the table. Jason chuckled beside me and sat up straight, an evil smile on his face. I grinned as he told me his plan, lunch seemed better already.

**

The adrenaline kicked in and I pumped my legs faster, Jason right by my side. My feet were barely touching the ground, the wind in my hair and I couldn't help but let out a small yelp at the excitement. The feeling of soaring through the air made me feel invincible, the feeling of running whilst getting chased just increased the rush. Don't get me wrong, I don't get chased by the police that often but when I do, it's all thanks to this idiot beside me.

As we ran past the canteen, everyone was staring at us through the glass window and I couldn't help but laugh at their expressions, some amused while some just looked confused. Jason started zig zagging as he ran, almost making me trip.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted and stared at him in confusion. He smirked and looked at me as if I was crazy for even asking him something like that. I started panting, the police men far behind us, not to brag but we are fast of course.

"I'm confusing them!" He screamed and continued with his technique, laughing his ass off. We ran towards the front of the school towards the car park where I could see my car. We quickly advanced, the smile still on my face.

"We're going to make it Ezra! We're going to make it to that beautiful car of yours and drive the fuck away, my treat for cookies!" He yelped with joy and stopped running, I think he forgot that we were still being chased. He started shaking his ass in the air, singing out loud to some song he just made up in his head. I screamed for his attention but he ignored me, determined to become the boy version of Shakira.

The police were gaining on us and I sped back to Jason, dragging his arm towards my car. But we were fucked. Who leaves a fucking banana peel in the middle of no where?

Everything happened in slow motion. I released the most feminine scream and fell back, my arms flailing in the air. I heard Jason gasp from behind me as I landed on him, both of us tumbling to the floor in a big heap. We lay on the ground, staring up at the clear blue sky, students hollering and laughing around us but all we could hear was the jingling of handcuffs as the police officers advanced.

"W-We didn't make it." I groaned out.

"We didn't fucking make it."

**

Thankfully, we were let off with a warning. The police finding no reason to call our parents after we apologised and realised what we did wrong, after all we were old enough seeing as we were turning 18 in a couple of months.

The only reason we were even running away was because this dickhead decided it was funny if we give a girl a tampon. Long story short, she was 13 years old and her mother beat us up with a stick, chasing us down the street and called the police, claiming we were perverts.

I mean, girls would be lucky if we were perverts. Anyone would love to have us two sexy people staring at their ass all the time. Name me one person that wouldn't.

After we were let out of the police station, we made our way down the road, my backpack slung across my shoulder. Every now and then, Jasper would glance at me. He was worried because I was never this quiet. I growled at him. "Stop freaking looking at me Jas!" He jumped so high and screeched such a screech that my eyes automatically bound themselves on his forehead and shock was clearly scribbled across my face. What in the name of all things holy was that?

"You screech like a bitch Jason!" I said and burst out laughing, remembering what I had just heard. He sneered, his face scrunched up like he just tasted something nasty.

He stabbed my chest with his finger. "And you scream like a pregnant lady about to give birth to quadruplets!" He screamed, laughing like a maniac. I groaned, knowing that I would never be able to escape that.

"Never speak of this again. To anyone. To anything. Repeat after me. I, Jason the dickhead, will never repeat this incident ever again."

He started repeating after me and I chuckled when he repeated the 'dickhead' part.

"Hey!" He said, walking to catch up to me. "I am not a dickhead!"

I smirked and then winced when he smacked the back of my head.

Hello beautiful people! Hope your enjoying this story so far. ILYSM x