Be-Friending The BadBoy

Chapter 2| 'Helping the promotion of horses'

Song: Taylor Swift Shake It Off

Jared is played by Stephen James :)

Hayden's POV

Moody bitch.

I swear Kristen Stewart during her time of month is probably less moodier than Jared Michaels.

I don't know if he's attempting to add oxygen to the air but huffing and sighing is pretty much what he did throughout the entire History period. Three broken pencils later it finally finished.

Luckily he wasn't in my next two lessons so I thank Mr G up there.

It was lunch. My favourite time of the school day. You know where I sit alone and listen to the amazing gossip of the school. Seriously it's like a live Jeremy Kyle show.

I make my way into the cafeteria only to see that MY table is currently occupied. I walk over there probably looking like I have a chicken up my ass.

I clear my throat. "This is my table" I snap.

"I don't see your name" Jared snaps back at me.

I huff and slide his bag across the table then point to the scratched in letters engraved into the table saying Hayden Davies.

"You were saying?" I smirk.

"So your names Hayden?" He asks while smirking back.

"No I was doing a promotion for horses" Is my genius reply.

Hayden. Hay-den. Hay. Horses eat hay. Get it?

No okay then...

"Is this thing harassing you?" Great.

I turn around and come face to face with Brooke. "Hey Brooke, I didn't know Mc Donald's was trying to find Ronald a wife. Congrats anyway" I smile innocently at her.

She grits her teeth and then turns to smile what's supposed to be seductively at Jared. She actually looks like she's been having Coke for years. Not the fizzy kind. "Let's go, you belong with the top of the food chain, not the left overs"

Ouch.

I turn around and sit down feeling embarrassed. I look up and see Jared staring at me with a frown. He turns to look at Brooke. "I can't I'm currently helping with the promotion of horses. Maybe tomorrow" He grumbles out dismissing her.

I smile slightly. "Oh well okay then baby, see you later." She waddles off not before throwing me a look of disgust.

"This doesn't mean that I like you or that were friends" Jared states flatly.

"Don't worry friends really aren't my kind of thing. Me and friends are like mixing Susan Boyle and Nicki Minaj in a music video. Not a good idea and never going to happen" I tell him while taking a huge bite out of the cheese pizza I just brought.

I think I just died and went to heaven.

This pizza real good.

"Not one friend?" He asks sounding bored but amusements sparkles in his chocolate orbs.

I take another bite of pizza and moan really loudly. I think I might be giving the entire cafeteria free porn. "I have one. His name is buster" I shrug.

"What kind of name is buster?" Jared asks while raising an eyebrow.

"It's the name I chose for my Guinea pig. Problem with that?" I snap at him feeling irritated.

"Your only friend is a Guinea pig?" He ask slowly as if he waiting for me to tell him otherwise.

I roll my eyes and nod. "Don't criticise my choice of friends I don't see you having any" I mutter feeling annoyed.

"I have friends they just don't come here, now your voice is giving me a head ache, so you know..." He pauses for effect. "Shut up" I grit my teeth.

"Move if my voice annoys you so much. Actually I have a better idea, how about I you know..." I pause copying him. "Stick forks down your ears then you won't be able to hear" I smile innocently.

"I'm starting to see why you don't have friends" He mumbles.

Before I get the chance to reply the bell sounds signalling it's the end of lunch. I stand up and walk away annoyed.

I didn't even get to finish my pizza.

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"Hi honey I'm home" I shout to no one in particular when I get home.

This is what I always come home too. Literally an empty house with no mother cooking dinner and no father reading the newspaper while listening to football.

Eh. Parents are overrated.

I have to admit that it can be lonely but I guess after a while I got used to it, I stopped being the girl who's jealous of everyone. It's not too bad. I don't have to worry about getting hurt by anyone. That really good because if I got hurt and started crying it would make me look like I'm having a major meltdown.

Like on Brittany Spears level.

Not good at all.

It was nice talking to someone at lunch today. It's something I've never done. Even if it was a huge sarcastic conversation, it was my kind of conversation. I was shocked when he stood up for me and turned Sergeant Stripper down, but I couldn't help but feel slightly smug about it.

I mean who wouldn't, a very attractive male turned down the 'popular' girl all for a mere loner with a guinea pig as a best friend.

It's like a nerds wet dream. 

Want to know the only thing that I'm truly annoyed at?

I didn't finish the damn pizza.

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