Bad Kitty

Chapter# 2

A/N: Hey y'all! so The second chapter has been posted! hope you guys enjoy it, if you do, don't forget to comment and vote! I will try updating quickly but with school and mid-terms coming near and tuitions, it would be a little hard!

Anywho this chapter is dedicated to my wattpad twin for helping me with somethings and being awesome @reaching_high

Thats all for now folks! Enjoy!

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Theron? Oh hell!

I look up and meet a frowning face. His intense grey eyes are looking at me in distaste.

“See anything you like?” I ask, smirking when he keeps looking. He looks away, his cheeks tinted pink, making him look cute.

Did I just call him cute!? Someone shoot me, I think I got a concussion.

“Ms. Miller, behave in class.” Mr. Deveraux says in a threatening tone. I look at him and roll my eyes before looking back at Archer. He is looking at me again so I smirk and gesture towards my body. He turns away and runs a hand through his hair.

I look around and spot two more faces looking at me in shock and fear.

Guess that’s Flynn and Portia.

I give them a smirk before turning to look outside.

“So the project is, of course, related to Shakespeare. I want each group of four to research on the play assigned to them and also to perform a scene from it in front of the class. Anyone have any questions?” Mr. Deveraux explains.

“Can we go now?” I ask, earning a narrowed eye glare from him. He ignores me. I see Archer’s hand rise up. Mr. Deveraux gives him the sign to talk.

“Can we change our group members?” He says, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

Ow! Way to make me feel good, man!

Since when did you get so sensitive? You already know nobody wants you in their group. You are after all, an outcast.

Thank you for the boost in my self-esteem.

“No, Mr. Theron. The groups are final. If the group member isn’t contributing to the project, report her to me and I will take care of it.”

Her? Way to make it obvious.

I roll my eyes as the bell goes off. I stand up and make my way outside as quickly as I can. Someone hand lands on my shoulder, I turn around, grabbing the hand and twisting it.

“OW!”

I leave the hand as if it has burned me and step back. A pair of brown eyes looks at me, glistening with tears.

Holy shit! What did I do?

My eyes widen as I realize it’s the girl in my group. Portia Evins. Students stop to stare at us but I give them a glare, making them scatter away in fear.

“What did she do?” a deep familiar voice says. Archer steps forward from behind her with Flynn beside him.

“She twisted my hand.” Portia replies, her voice cracking and a tone of disbelief in it.

They all look at me with questioning looks. Archer raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest.

“Would you explain why you did that, Miller?” He asks, calmly and coldly.