The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 2: What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

I walk cautiously towards my locker again. The janitor was extra grumpy towards me this morning, although I don't necessarily blame him. If I had to clean up 12 ounces of slime, I'd be grumpy too. I sniff a little, just to make sure nothing seems fishy. I've already had to redo a week's worth of homework, and my outfit won't be ready to be worn until April.

    "What's the matter sweetheart? You scared?"

    I groan in frustration. "I swear to god you're like a disease. How the hell do I get rid of you?"

    "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm irreplaceable." he smiles a crooked smile. I bang my head on my locker repeatedly.

    "Arran why are you here?"

    "Well I figured to bless you with my presence. Also, you seem to be my source of entertainment."

    I glare at him. "Don't you have somewhere to be? Like, I dunno, breaking a girls heart or something?"

    He rolls his eyes. "Let's just say I'm looking for a challenge at the moment."

    I look over at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

    He sighs and looks at my locker. "Are you going to stand here all day shorty or are you going to open your locker?"

    "Why? Did you put frogs in it or something?"

    "No, but I want to make sure there isn't going to be a mess before I talk to you."

    I cock my head to the side, wondering what the hell this asshole is up to, but I open my locker anyway. I flinch, waiting to be soaked in something, but nothing hits me. My locker is completely cleaned. I mentally celebrate, glad that my favorite shirt has not been ruined. I now claim this shirt as my lucky shirt.

    I grab the things I need and then close my locker. "What do you want Miller?"

    He gets closer to me, raising the hair on the back of my neck. He's inches apart, and I can smell the cinnamon from his gum. Although, as surprising as it is, I'm not intimidated.

    "There is something about you Grey," he says in a low voice. "Something about you has caught my interest. I don't know what it is, but it's been bugging me for a while now."

    "Sounds like a personal problem, sweetheart." I say, raising my eyebrow at him. His gray eyes darken a little, like a thundercloud.

    "I don't know if it's your witty comments, or your sarcasm, or the fact that I don't affect you, but it's driving me insane." he says ignoring my comment. "So, I have a proposal to you."

    "Forget it," I say obviously not interested. "I know where this is headed and I'm not falling for it."

    "Oh, I think you'll like this one though." he says, full of confidence.

    My attention is caught. "Okay, shoot."

    "I am up for a challenge. Every girl in this school but you has fallen for my charms or my wit, and I don't think I can tolerate it any longer."

    "What's your point, Arran? Am I hurting your ego?" I say pouting.

    "Give me four months," he says. "four months to make you fall in love with me."

    I laugh so hard that I snort. The idea of falling in love for Arran brings tears to my eyes. "What's the catch?"

    "I want you to try and make me fall in love with you." he smirks.

    "If I lose?" I ask.

"Then you have your heart broken and you'll be just like every other girl in this school."

"And if I win?" I continue.

    "You'll be the first girl to ever break my heart." he shrugs.

    I raise an eyebrow at him. That's my prize?

    "How is that a prize?" I ask.

    "Because it'll give you a good reputation and it'll probably raise you on the food chain. Besides, don't you want to be the girl who 'changes my life' and breaks the bad boy's heart?" he smirks.

"Psh. Easy." I say, although my conscience is screaming otherwise.

    I smirk at him. "You're on. And if I win, you owe me a milkshake."

    He cocks an eyebrow. "Anything else your Royal Highness?"

    I tap my chin. "You have got to quit being, eh more or less, a fuckboy."

    He stares at me, and I can tell he's thinking hard.

    "What? Afraid you're going to lose the bet already?" I grin.

    "Fine. You have yourself a deal, Grey." he says as he holds his hand out.

    I take it and shake it firmly. "May the best player win."

As I walk home, I realize how much I'm starting to regret this. I have four months to make a heartless guy fall in love with me. I can't even keep a pet, let alone make a guy fall in love with me. How am I going to do this? How many times do I need to read bad boy stories and watch bad boy movies to know that this won't end well?

    I'm 5'6, I don't have a thigh gap, I don't have hip bones, and I'm not exactly skinny. I weigh 136 pounds for Christ sakes! How am I going to make- as much as I hate to admit it- a hunk like him fall for a chick like me? I am ready to kick myself because I'm such an idiot. Nothing with the words 'bad' and 'boy' in the same sentence can ever go well.

    I'm going to be the next laughing stock. Okay, well I already am but this time it'll be for a completely different reason. I'm going to become just another girl that Arran has dated. I don't want to be just another girl he's dated! I would like to keep what little dignity I have left.

    I sigh. What have I gotten myself into? And another main question. How am I going to pull this off?

A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know that my new story is up! It's called "The Bad Boy's Game". Check it out if you'd like! :)