Im In Love With The Bad Boy ❤

Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

I walked into the school. Ahh the fresh scent of cleaners and paper, made me eager to learn. I turned the corner and walked down to where the cafeteria was. Cause that's where the freshman lockers were. There was a huge crowd blocking my locker trying to get into the cafeteria. I stood there patiently, then this one boy caught my attention. He had side swept hair with a soft curl, his dark hair matched his chocolate brown eyes. Oh and his lips! They were huge and so pink. He was gorgeous, but I could tell he wasn't a pleasant boy. He had skinny jeans, t shirt, and these oversized looking shoes on. Everything about him screamed bad. Eventually the crowd moved on and I got to my locker. I tossed down my binder only keeping one in my hand and headed off to first period. I walked through the cafeteria which was fairly small and only had 7 to 8 long tables stretched from one side to the other. Through the side door to the outside classrooms. Thankfully I had Art first period. Which was a great way to start my day off! That boy tho... He kept running through my mind. I wonder who he is? The warning bell snapped me out of my daze and I continued into the classroom and sat down at the first table I came too. Which just so happened to be next to a tall blonde. She was quite pretty and extremely perky!

"Hey I'm Megan" she said over excitedly.

"Oh Hi I'm Katelyn" I tried to make myself sound friendly but I'm so nervous, it probably came out shaky.

After a couple of minutes of light chatting the class started. The teacher basically had us sketch the whole class, which gave me time to get to know Megan. She was very helpful and had even agreed to show me to my next class. I was debating on whether or not to ask her about the boy.. I decided it'd be best not too. I didn't want to scare her off with all this boy talk. The warning bell rang for us to go to break. I put the finishing touches on my self portrait and turned it in. Megan and I walked to the cafeteria, and after pushing through the crowd sat down at a table. We spent most of break talking about petty stuff like hair and nails. We stood up to walk to 2nd period. I grabbed my bag from the table and boom! Bumped right into someone. Sorry I mumbled as I staggered back. I looked up. It was him the boy. He glanced down at me. "It's aight" he said as he walked past me with a girl following close behind him, clinging to the back of his shirt. I pushed through people and stepped outside. I don't know why I was feeling like this. Seeing that not only made me jealous, but hurt too. This is silly getting jealous over a guy whose name I don't even know!