The Bad Boy

Chapter 4

Was it all a lie
Everything you ever said
Did you ever mean those words?
Did you think about me at night like I thought about you all day?
Did I make a mistake falling in love with you?
You were faking it all along, weren't you..

"Oh, someone has gone through a hard breakup," a teasing voice interrupted my writing session. Okay it wasn't a writing session, I was just chilling in the library.

I titled my head to glare at Isaac, "No, I didn't go through any breakup. I just watched this movie last night and now it has been on my mind since last night." He nodded at me. "Why are you up here anyways?" I asked. "I don't even know," he muttered, "Bye," he said aloud and walked out.

Shaking my head, I got back to writing. That's what I did for about five minutes when someone covered my eyes with their palms. "Joseph," I giggled. His pouty face came in my vision as he let go, "How'd you know?" he asked, pouting. "Because I know when it's you," I grinned. He took the seat next to me, "So what're you up to?" I shrugged, "I watched this amazing movie last night about this girl going through her first breakup when she found out she was being cheated on. Even though it was a sad movie, I enjoyed it," I said. He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss my forehead, "You wanna do something after school?" he asked. I hummed a little "mm hmm" as I looked at him. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I was thinking bowling?" he suggested. I smiled, "That'd be great."

The bell rang soon after, and he offered to walk me to my
next class, since he had algebra and I had AP science. When we got to the classroom door, he kissed my cheek and went to his class. I went in and my eyes fell on Isaac, who was sitting back in his seat very comfortably. We had every single class together now. Oh and another thing, he still couldn't believe that I didn't know him. Why should I know him?

"Isaac?" I said his name as I sat down on my seat. He looked at me. "You know how you always find it hard to believe that I don't know you?" He nodded his head. "Well, why? I mean, who are you really? Why do you find it hard to believe? There are hundreds of students in this school, it's possible that I don't know you." He chuckled, "Any student who goes here would find it hard to believe that you don't know who I am." I furrowed my eyebrows, "Who are you?" He smirked, "Ask anyone," he replied.