The Bad Boy And The Tomboy

Chapter 8:Oh Shit...

Kai's POV:

Would that motha fudger just quit calling my name?

I gave the blonde a quickie on the lips, taking in her sweet smell. She was not hot, but she was new so I wanted to be her first.

"Baby!" She yelped and I smirked as I grabbed her ass, squeezing it. My male part was beginning to appear, I suddenly tried to imagine my grandmother in an underwear. Her saggy boobs popping out in all the wrong places and her flabs covering the top of the underwear.

Horrifying.

My male part went back into place, as I started to make my way up to the girls buttoned top. I unbuttoned her top, ready to see her lacy bra but instead I saw a long black top, covering her bra.

"Why the fuck are y'all in my room, Kai?" The door flung open to reveal a tired Harry and a young boy about his age. The boy had dyed purple hair and a black scar on his face, he had several cuts on his lip and bruised knuckles. He was wearing no top that revealed his skinny chest and slight lashes upon his chest.

Blonde took off almost instantly and left me looking perplexed. "Huh? I was just leaving..." I walked out of Harry's room in a quickened pace, why the hell was a boy looking like that in my house? Well dad's house...

Giving Harry a nod I rushed out of the house dragging my keys with me, this was going to be a long ride...

Pushing the keys into the ignition, the car roared with defeat. I jumped onto the drivers seat, I was willing to take any hot babe who had happened to want me. Or if I wanted them.

I pushed onto the peddle, leaving my two hands on the wheel, whistling whilst I focused on my thoughts.

It had been a long few months, thankfully, school was only tommorow and I was going to get some more ass. If that girl had something to say about what we'd both witnessed me and her both knew that no one would believe her. I was awfully popular, loved and liked. Be'd and wanted to be. I was awesome.

I stopped at the next traffic light that was coloured red and then continued as it finally changed to the colour green.

Parking beside the pub I then brought out my fake ID and then licked my dry lips; I was in the other side of town. Though I was famous, not many people knew me here and I was capable of entering the pub without a fake ID but just in case.

I walked up to the guard and brought out my fake ID, "Got a babe?" The guy asked in a hoarse voice, this guy had obviously done a lot of yelling in one day. "No, why y'all asking?" I was already pissed. I guess the guy wanted me to get my babe to flash her boobs for him. I could flash my nipples too.

"Want me to throw y'all out? Y'all ain't in the club yet." He challenged, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Taking in his slightly muscular arms that popped out on his tight blazer I gave him my signitature glare and clenched my fists.

If I were about to lose I could run towards my car and quickly drive off or I could run towards the back and then come back to the front....

But who was I kidding? I wasn't going to lose this fight! I clenched my fists once again, placing my thumb out and then I hit.

Punch.

Punch.

Punch.

With a feel of panic rushing through my heart, I rushed towards the car and drove off. Passing the speed limit.

Getting caught by the police ment going into jail and getting bailed out again. Last time in jail was good, since the guys knew my dad they just told him to pay a few dollars and then I was out after four months. The whole school knows...I've thought this through.

Betty's POV:

Today was nickname day, today was the day. I had waited for Marcy this morning but he was nowhere to be seen, I was also planning on seeing Gilbert...

Breaking up....

Was that even an option? I liked Gilbert alright but he was different..in fact, way different! He has a minty smell which was different to his normal gasoline smell, he also has a different style of clothing. Before he used to wear normal trainers and skinny jeans and a top but now he wears khaki shorts and V-neck tops.

He is different...

I push past the crowd of students and make my way to Rata's class... I forgot. Miss or Mrs? I push open the ebony wooden door, feeling it's coldness, then I start to pace towards my table. Sighing, I take out my Chemistry book and pencil case, with my planner.

Tournament...

The single word flashes through my brain at that very moment. I glare at my Palm...I'm clean now.

Though it was never a problem. I feel like a book that isn't chronological... I think about so many things at once... it's confusing!

I stand behind my chair and wait for Mr. Bad Boy to take his seat, glaring at him, I finally sit down in his chair. Sitting after him is the best issue, sometimes he somehow finds his fingers in the wrong place by "accident". I roll my eyes at the thought, placing my hand on my face.
FOCUS!

"Hello class!" Rata starts off, her blue cardigan hitting the wooden desk. Everyone murmers in  reply; I slump into my seat. "So today we are going to do a together-on!" She continued, explaining what it was, "...is when you work with your partner, just communicating more."

She sucked in her breath and then told some girl at the front to hand out sheets. "These are Spanish worksheets! I am giving you these to help you with your follow up Spanish tests. This will be with your Spanish teachers, thank you." She ended her long speech, smiling at the class and then looking towards her laptop.

Well oh shit...

A fucking test on nickname day? An abomination! I turned towards Kai and then thank the girl for handing the sheet of paper. Grabbing the worksheet I read it out. "Kai? Listen!" He looks at me with a slight grin on his face, frowning back I return to the worksheet. "Mi Padre, activo!" It was simple Spanish, since we were going a recap grade 6 test.

"That means..." He taps his head ferociously, it was actually kind of cute. Like a little boy thinking really hard....

Fuck of you softie!

"It means my father is active!" Now let me ask you a question." The horrible smirk I remember appears on his face, I grimace at the thought of the question. How bad could it be?

The thing is...

I'm not good at answering them...

A/N

So what do you think the question will be about?

Teaser: fucking, questions and fairs!