The Bad Boy Stole My Notebook

Chapter 2

I flattened myself against the wall near the stairs to the front entrance. I kept my head down low so now one would recognize me. For the invisible girl, that wasn't a problem. I heard the door close yet again as another student walked out. I glanced up and saw Reece's leather jacket.

Target sighted.

His back pack was still only zipped up half way. My plan? Simply reach into it and take back what is rightfully mine. I call this brilliant plan: 'Plan A'. I quietly snuck up behind him and reached my hand up. Just as I was about to reach in and grab it, Reece spun around and grabbed my wrist. 

Snap, crackle, POOP. I was officially screwed. I tugged on my wrist but I couldn't get it out of Reece's grasp. 

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Reece looked down at me in amusement.

I finally tugged my wrist free. "What is your problem? I was just going to scratch my head," I lied as I used my hand that was already in the air to scratch my head.

"Really? Why following so close to me then?" he questioned. 

I narrowed my eyes. He was good. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said as I pretended to examine my nails. 

"So it wasn't for this?" he said as he held up my notebook. I jumped for it but he just held it up higher. Curse my shortness.

I sighed. "Would you please just give it back?" I pleaded. "Please?" I added in for good measure.

"Well since you said please," he said as he brought the notebook a little closer to me. I smiled and held my hands out. "NO," he said before dropping it back into his bag and zipping it up. My mouth hung open. He closed it with one finger. "Drooling over me again, little Lilah?" he shook his head like he felt sorry for me. "I'm sorry, I'm just not interested," he said and my cheeks burned. What a turd bucket. He laughed before turning to walk away again.

Alright, it is time to abort Plan A. "If you don't give it back I'll tell the principal!" and thus, the beautiful creation of Plan B.

He stopped and turned around. "Oh no! The principal? Oh no please don't tell the principal! I'm begging you, anything but that!" he said with mock terror. 

Even though he was making fun of my plan I held my ground. "I can and I will. He'll get it back for me and than you'll be in even more trouble than you got today. I'm going to tell him first thing tomorrow," I said with a firm nod.

He snorted. "Ok, go and tattle, do whatever, I don't care."

I frowned. "Wait, so aren't you going to give it back, so that I won't tell the principal on you?" I asked confused.

He smirked. "You can tell him, but you won't be able to prove anything."

"What? I just saw you put it in your backpack!" Is he mental?

"You can't prove that," he shrugged as he walked away.

I jogged to catch up with him. "The proof is in your backpack," I retorted.

"It won't be tomorrow," he said as he hopped on his motorcycle. 

"But-"

"See you tomorrow, little Lilah," he said before speeding off down the road. 

I huffed as I watched his figure retreat. "Yeah that's right, run you coward!" I shouted. I sighed and walked back into the parking lot towards my car. "I'm not that little," I muttered under my breath as I pulled out my keys.

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"Alright, so do you want the good news first, or the bad news?" I asked Aria and Renee on the phone.