Good Boy, Bad Girl

Skye Blue Eyes

Chapters will probably get longer as the story progresses and the plot develops more. For now they're quite small, but will grow. Thank you to everyone who's been reading! Also, I will say now that although the ending does lead into next chapter, it's kind of bad. Well, really bad. But either way, enjoy!

Turns out that Angel was 100% serious about the whole thing. When we met up again after lunch at class she immediately came over and gave me her number, so that we could continue our deal over weekends. "This way I can text you and get to know you, and you can text me if anyone decides to mess with you."

From the glares I was getting from people upon getting the coveted number of Angel Reeds, I could imagine a lot of people wanting to mess with me. But my only concern at that moment of time was how she kept calling me Robert.

"Can I add something to our deal?" I asked her, gnawing on my lip in mild irritation.

"That depends." She said causally.

"Don't call me Robert. Please. It drives me insane. Call me Bobby, okay?"

Her face melted in relief. "Thank god. I was hoping I'd have to stop pestering you."

"Why would that be a bad thing?"

"Pestering you is fun."

She did text me over the weekend - a lot, actually. It's a miracle my parents or Alexander didn't find out, because if they had done any chance of being Angel's friend would have gone out of the window. She texted me about typical stuff, really.

Angel: Team Cap or Team Iron Man?

Angel: Do you believe in aliens? (P.S. if your answer is no our deal is officially revoked)

Angel: What do you think dogs talk to each other about?

By the end of it all I was starting to wonder just how this girl earned the title of resident Troublemaker.

Then again, I'd always been curious about Angel Reeds in some way, even if it was never at the forefront of my mind.

Take this, for example - most of the resident "bad children" like Sam Thompson and Tanya Jackson are obsessed with three things - smoking, drinking and drugs. I normally wouldn't particularly care - it's their body, they can do what they want with it, it has no impact on me, although I'd never touch a cigarette with a ten foot pole. But Angel, worst behaved student in the school and the one most people idolised, never did any of that as far as I knew. She's never displayed an interest in them. It has always seemed odd to me, but Angel was none of my concern then, so I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind.

Now that I'm going to be spending more time with her, I figure it's my chance to try and find out more about her.

When we go back to school on Monday, Angel is sitting on the brick wall outside the gates as I walk up to the branch. Our eyes met and she gracefully jumps off of the wall and walks to me.

"Bobby! Are you always this late to school?"

"Late? We have fifteen minutes until form. I'm practically early," I reply, tugging my earplugs from my ears and pausing the Fall Out Boy song playing in my phone. My phone is the one thing my parents have never tried to control, probably because they have no idea how to use it, so I've managed to be liberal with what goes on there, which is definitely a good thing. If they saw what my older brother Jake and I said about them... ugh.