The Bad Boy's Smarties {Book #2 of the Popular Boys series }

Chapter 2 - "Sí señorita."

"New day, new me." I grinned, looking at my surroundings which wasn't too exciting as it was the school corridor, lined with yellow and red lockers and teenagers, it wasn't much to look at.

"You hate that saying."

"I know."

"And you hate the first week of school, let alone the second day of the year."

"I am aware of that."

"So why are you in such a good mood?" Dan voice wavered in disbelief, as he gave me an worried look. "I mean this is ludicrous! You hate school."

"Wow, you know what, you might as well be Sherlock!" I gasped in sarcasm.

"Well, you know, I am pretty intelligent and that Holmes game I bought was so worth it because I passed all the levels with flying colours. And, I mean how good would I look in that deer stalking hat. I'd be the real Benedict Cumberbatch version and you could be my John! Johnlock for-" He paused for a second realising I had got him off my tail for a couple of minutes. "Hey, don't think you can fool me that easy! I am basically the real life Sherlock Holmes!"

"Yes, yes you are." I reached up and ruffled his brunette hair gently as he wafted my hands away, trying to get it to look as how it did before I got to it.

"You ruined my hair." He whined jutting out his bottom lip. "Do you know how long it took me to get it to look like this?"

"Yes, I have slept over at your house so many times, more than I can count actually, and I still haven't figured out how it takes you so long to make the 'just got out of bed' look." I rolled my eyes pulling out a textbook that I would need for Spanish.

"It's a work of art." He smirked grabbing the mirror I always kept in my locker. "A work of art that you ruined!"

"Alright, alright! No need to weep."

"I wasn't going to." He sniffed.

"Oh here, just wear this." I muttered, shoving my Bad Hair Day beenie at him. Slowly he stopped feeling sorry for himself and pulled it over his hair. "A thank you wouldn't go amiss."

"You were the one who ruined it! You wouldn't expect an artist to thank someone for fixing the art that they broke!"

"Seriously Dan it's just hair."

"Take that back!"

We had had this argument so many times that it was silly, not that I would ever tell him that again, as he would go in a huff with me all day.

"Of course, you're right Dan. I apologise for what I said, I really hope you can forgive my unjust words." He turned his face to look at me, and nodded gently.

"Anyway, you sneaky Luna! Stop changing the subject, why are you in such a good mood?" He exclaimed just as the bell rung, I looked up at it once it stopped it's incessant noise.

"Sorry I have to go, don't want to be late to mi Español!" I sped off quickly.

"Saved by the bell!" Dan shouted from behind me and I turned to see him going the other way at the end of the hallway.

Shaking my head I giggled at his antics and strode into the bright, poster encased, room. Slowly I sat down at the back of the room as Mr Antonio walked in, he pulled all of his lesson plans and textbooks out before he realised I was sat there amongst about six or seven other students.

"Hola, Luna."

"Hola Señor. Cómo estás?"

"Bien, gracias! Y tu?"