Trapped with the Delinquents

Chapter 1 - The Not-So Smart Idea

Hi. My name is Peyton Jameson, and in case you didn't know, I'm the smartest girl in my school. I'm not being cocky or anything, but it's true. I'm not a nerd or anything either. I'm a popular, smart girl. I know, you're probably wondering, "How could someone be smart and popular at the same time?!" I'm not a Queen Bee or anything-I don't cheat on tests. I'm just a pure genius.

So.. let me tell you about the one time when I wasn't exactly being so much of a genius:

A few weeks ago, I forgot one of my textbooks in my locker because I had something else on my mind.

So, after about everyone left school, I snuck back inside to go get my book from my locker. Reason I went after everyone left? I didn't want anybody to think the smart girl forgot something for her homework!

As I walked into the halls to my locker, I noticed one of the "bad boys," as you would call them, leaning against a wall and staring at me.

"Peyton. Just the girl I wanted to see," he said, walking towards me and running a hand through his luscious brown hair. I have to admit, he was pretty attractive, but I don't exactly have a thing for bad boys.

I took my book out of my locker and slammed it hard enough to make his eyebrows slightly go up. "Of course you wanted to see me. Need me to do your homework or something?"

"Uh—"

"Not happening." I smiled and folded my arms, walking towards the exit when I realized that all the doors were locked. "What the hell?!" I yelled loud enough for him to come running towards me.

"What? Did you finally realize how insane you are for walking away from an absolutely hot guy?"

"Oh my god, can you shut up?" I said, incredibly annoyed. "We're locked in here! How did the teachers not see us?"

He smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with him. "Looks like you're coming with me."

I tried to yank my hand away, but then I realized he was heading towards the library.

Lets hope he's not doing drugs or screwing some girl up there.

Once he opened the door, I noticed more of the jocks and bad boys that I recognized. I sat down in a bean bag chair and put my bag next to me. "What do you want?"

He folded his arms and ran his hands through his hair again.

Sweet baby Jesus...

"I want you to meet my friends," he said with a soft smile. "First off, I'm Nick." He pointed to a tall, blonde boy wearing a letterman jacket. "This is—"

"I know most of your little 'friends,'" I said with slight bitterness in my voice.

"Good. Here's a review." He pointed to the tall, blonde boy again. "This is Alexander." I waved. Nick pointed to another boy, about the same height as Alexander, wearing glasses and a t-shirt with shorts. "This is Matty, Matt, or Matthew. Pick a nickname." Nick smiled and Matt bit his lip and looked down. "And last, but not least, this is my best friend, Cody." An incredibly hot, tall, dirty blonde haired boy, wearing a hoodie and shorts stood up and walked towards me.

"Thanks for the review," I said sarcastically. "Now can I get back to my work?"

"Nope," Nick said, moving next to me. "Guys, go away," he called to his friends and they all walked away, leaving me alone where I was standing with Nick.

"You are so annoying," I stated, with one of my infamous eye-rolls.

"Oh, but don't you love it." He smirked, biting his lips in the sexiest way I've ever seen.

And that's how I got trapped with the delinquents. The most annoying, yet incredibly hot, boys in my school. Most girls would call me lucky, but I would just reply telling them, in detail, just how much I wanted to bang my head against a desk.