Bad versus Bad

Chapter Six

Kai's P.O.V. 

After seeing that mark on Havyn's wrist, I haven't been able to shake the thought away. Someone grabbed her with enough force to leave their handprint, but who? I mean I know that she can be a little, okay tremendously annoying, but not enough for that to happen. In second period I caught myself staring at her more times than I could count, trying to break past her thick surface and read what's underneath, but her shell is too hard to crack. I spent my entire lunch doing the same thing, watching her from a distance, but no luck. The final bell rings, snapping me from my thoughts. I shuffle out of my last period and make a straightaway to detention. Mr. Richards is already in there when I arrive, shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk.

He rolls his eyes at me as I take my same seat from yesterday, making me huff my breath. Guess what ass hole? The feeling is mutual. Havyn walks in the room with her headphones in her ears, jamming out. She is flipping her hair around wildly, shaking her head back and forth. I try not to laugh at how ridiculously adorable she looks. Mr. Richards clears his throat numerous of times, but she doesn't hear him. She continues living in her own little world. Not able to help it, I glance at her wrist. The red mark from earlier is now a light shade of purple.

"Ms. Holloway," Mr. Richards says for what seems like the fifteenth time. He looks at me, I guess thinking that I have some kind of magical powers or something. Annoyed, I get out of my feet and take the earbuds out of her ears. She opens her mouth to make some kind of smart remark, but Mr. Richards beats her to the punch. "Ms. Holloway, I have been calling your name for five minutes now. Put your devices away and take your seat right away. I am sure you have plenty of homework that you could be doing right now."

"You're right," Havyn says, nodding her head. "I do have a lot of homework, but I don't plan on doing any of it until later tonight. Mr. Rich, can I call you that? I am the kind of girl who waits at the very last minute to do everything. I am sort of a procrastinator."

I chuckle lightly.

"Sit down!" Mr. Richards shouts.

Havyn shrugs her shoulders and slides down into her chair. Out of the corner of my eye I catch her twisting a strand of hair around her finger, tying it into a knot and then letting it go. Each time she drops the strand, it falls right back into its original place. I guess she catches me staring, because she sticks her tongue out towards me. I fight the nerve to do the same. I am a seventeen year old guy. I will not result to first grade behavior. Havyn's arm darts up into the air, flaying around frantically. Mr. Richards sighs before looking at her.

"What?" Mr. Richards groans.

"Can I use the restroom?" she asks.

"Make it fast," he says, returning his attention back to his papers.

As she is walking out the door, she turns and winks at me.

"What are you up to?" I mouth.

"You'll see," she mouths back, smirking.

This isn't going to end good.

I sit back in my chair waiting for whatever Havyn was talking about to happen, but nothing does. The room continues to buzz thanks to the air conditioning unit. Mr. Richards continues on with his work, ignoring me completely, which I don't mind one bit. Just when I think she slipped away, Havyn walks back into the room and takes her previous seat. Not even ten minutes later, the fire alarm goes off. Our stupid teacher jumps up, eyes wide. He whips his head in Havyn's direction, but she only shrugs her shoulders innocently.

"What did you do?" he asks.

"I was sitting here the whole time," she says, trying not to smile.