That Bad Boy

The Usual Suspects

Chapter Three

The Usual Suspects

Sienna's POV -

I knew this would happen. No matter how prepared I was or the investigation and research I had done two years prior, I knew my bad luck would get me to this stage.

Lateness.

It was a pet peeve, but somehow, I possessed the beautiful trait. And not just any ordinary lateness. Lateness to my very first freaking class. Of college. Ever.

I turned towards my bedside table and picked up my phone, seeing 8:40 sprawled across my screen. My class started at nine. But I still needed breakfast from the dining hall, coffee, change into clothes and my God, I was so lucky I had packed my things the night before.

Let's just say I've had recurring nightmares about his day.

I shot up out of bed, not a care in the world of what I was doing, and rushed passed the confused girls in the common room and ran to the dining hall. I whizzed passed the amused glances of other students who were roaming the halls and crashed into a few people along the way. The dining hall really was only a minute a way but I was acting like it was a mile hike.

I ran into the dining hall and straight to the cereal section and grabbed a bowl, pushing CoCo Puffs into my bowl. I poured milk and grabbed a spoon along the way, sitting at a close table and munching on my cereal like crazy. I picked up my phone and glanced at the time.

8:41.

Wow, I was quick. I continued munching on my cereal and was startled when the time reached ten to nine. I still needed my coffee. That beautiful aroma needed to be engulfed by my senses before I even thought about having to attend a class. That's right. My mind could not focus if I did not have a cup of coffee at hand. Especially in the mornings.

I noticed that people were still staring at me and I shrugged it off, paying for my cereal quickly. See, I thought that since I already knew I would never leave anywhere without my phone but I may forget about my ID, I slid my ID card behind my phone case, ensuring that it stays with me at all times.

I rushed out of the dining hall and spotted the first coffee cart, running towards it like a maniac.

"Oh my God." I said, huffing and cursing at myself internally. "I need coffee. Now. Please. I'm dying." I sucked in a huge breath just for extra effect.

"What type of coffee?" The guy at the stand asked, looking bored.

"Large cappuccino. Three sugars. Extra chocolate on top. And make it strong." I puffed, resting my hands on my knees.

I watched as he worked slowly and I kept shooting him daggers, explaining the importance of him hurrying up so I could reach my first class on time. I only had seven minutes to get back to my dorm room, get changed and go to my class. I was only praying to God that the professor would be a little late today. A couple of minutes can be the difference of a good and bad morning.

"Large cappuccino, three sugars, extra chocolate, extra shot." The barrister said tiredly, handing me my coffee.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took it from him, taking a quick sip.

"That's five fifty." He muttered.

I slid my ID card from behind my phone case and handed it to him. He took it, examined it, and handed it back.

"What?" I asked after he stared at me like I was a moron.

He wasn't far off. I was late for my first class.

"We don't accept cards. Cash only."

I could feel my heart ripping to pieces. All I wanted was to go to college! I wanted to have breakfast and cereal and go to class contently! I just wanted to sink to the ground and cry about my doomed morning. I had half a mind of not showing up to class anymore and just dropping out of college but my anti-theatrics side told me to suck it up and beg for the coffee.

"Please, you don't understand, I need this coffee. Without it, I can't move or breathe and I have a morning class! A stupid morning class and I slept in and Ally and Chelsea didn't even bother waking me up and I'm going to be late and I can't breathe and I need the cup of coffee or I'll die! You're young! You don't want to land in prison for first degree murder do you?" I ranted quickly, watching as his bored face turned to one of pure horror.

"First degree, ha?" A deep voice asked.

Without even looking, I could already sense amusement.

I turned around and faced what could only be the mixture of every attractive celebrity into one guy. Yeah, suffice to say, he was hot. And smirking at me with pure amusement.

"Yes! First degree!" I answered, snapping myself out of checking him out.

"Cute jammies." He told me, nodding towards my clothing.

I looked down, mortified to see I was wearing my pink pyjamas with small white love hearts sprawled across. I could feel my cheeks reddening and I ignored the embarrassment, looking back up at him with a coy smile.

"Thank you."

He barked a laugh and took a step next to me, making an order of coffee.

"The usual." He told the barista who just simply nodded at him and began work on his coffee.

God, I couldn't wait until all I had to do was say to the barista 'the usual'. The guy looked back at me and frowned confusedly.

"Aren't you going to pay for the coffee?" He asked.

"I don't have money. I have to somehow convince him to let me go." I muttered and then turned my attention back to the barista. "Remember that scene in Black Hawk Down? You know, where he says 'It's all in the grind, Sizemore. Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse. This, my friend, is a science.' The girl has college class and needs coffee and the barista kindly lets her go when she has no money. Why can't you be like Ewan McGregor?"

The barista looked at me as if I had gone nuts and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when that guy next to me spoke.

"Don't listen to her. I've seen Black Hawk Down. Grimes never did anything like that. You have the quote spot on but he never sold a cup of coffee." He said wittingly.

I stared at him with my mouth gaping open, hoping that the daggers I was sending him right now were getting through to him.

He laughed at my expression and rolled his eyes.

"Get to class, Sienna. I'll pay for your coffee."

I squealed and went on a tangent of thanking him while running back towards my dorm room. It was only when I entered the confinements of my own room that I realised I never told him my name. So how did he know it?

***

I made it to class on time.

How? God only knows.

I had rushed to my room after hot stranger guy paid for my coffee and slid out of my pyjamas, sliding on a pair of skinny jeans; short sleeve t-shirt and a loose cardigan. My hair was in its usual state with its bed hair twist. I grabbed my backpack and shoved a granola bar inside it while I fishtail braided my hair on the way to class.

I arrived at the door and peered inside, my insides almost flipping out when I saw that the Professor hadn't arrived yet. I sighed in relief and took a seat. The class was pretty small, a large round table right in the middle. Most students were here; probably about eighteen so far.

There were three empty seats in a row and in all my anti-social glory, I took the seat.

Everyone was buzzing, getting to know the person next to them. Someone near me took a look at me and grinned.

'Hi! I'm Macy, how are you?"

I smiled politely and took out my notebook and pen from my bag.

"Good thanks, I'm Sienna."

I didn't elaborate, I figured it was the best and most polite way of saying I was anti-social and didn't like communicating with people. This, by the way, was completely weird since I grew up in a small town. I was smothered every day in my town; albeit, I knew these people since birth. I was only anti-social with people I didn't know. Suffice to say, I didn't like making new friends.

Macy nodded and waited for me to strike up a conversation but I stayed silent, looking down at my notebook like there was something important written on it.

My phone began buzzing and I thanked the Lord for saving me from the awkward situation of Macy staring at me.

"Hello?" I answered quickly, skipping caller ID.

"Hey, Enna. How are you?" Jacob greeted.

"Jacob! You didn't stop by yesterday." I scolded, skipping his greet.

"Oh, right. I couldn't. Chelsea and I had an argument." He muttered.

I understood and let him off the hook.

"Oh, I guess that's okay then. She has night classes so do you want to stop by tonight?" I asked him.

Jacob and Chelsea had dated briefly when Chelsea moved to Stanwell Vale. They had an instant connection and it was a total scandal when they broke up one year later. Nothing scandalous about it, I think maybe because it was so secretive. But in a small town like us, adults took pleasure in gossiping about teenagers dating.

"Sure. I've been meaning to kiss you anyway." I could hear his smirk.

"Jacob, you know you can do that any time." I grinned.

He barked a laugh and I could hear some scuffling around.

"Why don't you stop by my dorm tonight? Spend the night?"

"The night?" I asked, shocked.

We hadn't ever spent the night together. I guess our relationship was still a bit immature in some ways. But the whole ordeal with Jacob and Chelsea was kind of a set-back in our relationship. None of us knew each other before or during the time they had dated but I was Chelsea's friend before Jacob's girl. I had made sure a million times that it was okay to date him. Actually, it was Chelsea who had initially told me Jacob liked me and that I should date him.

"Yes, Enna. The night. Come on, we're in college. We've been together for a long time now. And I'm not suggesting we actually sleep-sleep together. Only if you want to, then I'm up for it."

I felt my cheeks begin to flame and I looked around, hoping no one had heard him.

"Jacob!" I hissed, my blush reddening even more.

He laughed and I watched as a couple of more students came in.

"Come on, Enna. It's a joke."

Even though he was joking, there was obviously some truth with it. Jacob had been awfully patient considering how early in our relationship he made it clear that he thought we should 'consummate the relationship'. His words, not mine.

Jacob didn't know though...

"Right, Jacob. You can stop by my dorm today. I have to go, bye." I sang, hanging up before he could get a word out.

I slid my phone into my pocket and glanced around; finding that all the chairs were filled up but we were just missing a Professor. That was strange... I was at freaking Yale. And there was a late Professor? I watched as the students to my left were chatting animatedly with each other, some students having a playful argument on politics and others just getting to know each other. I stood out like a sore thumb.

I grabbed my text book from my bag and opened up to chapter one, wanting to get some reading done before the Professor came. As I read my first paragraph, I heard a chuckle next to me. I frowned and turned around, coming face to face with that same guy from the coffee cart. The one who paid for my coffee... and happened to look like an Abercrombie model on a very good day.

"Oh." I muttered, taking in his amused grin. "Hi."

He turned to the guy beside him and elbowed the guy. He turned around and looked at me.

"You must be Soze." The guy muttered.

They both looked alike. A lot.

I frowned at the name and the familiarity of it.

"As in Keyser Soze?" I frowned.

The second guy raised his brows and had a look of impression.

"She does know her movies." He nodded, turning to hot stranger guy.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked in frustration.

"I'm Liam." Hot stranger guy said, smirking at me. "This is my brother, Mike."

"Twins?" I asked.

The nodded simultaneously. They both looked at me like they were waiting for me to say something and I frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"Why? You already happened to know my name. How is that, by the way? How did you know my name? I've never seen you before..."

"Liam can read minds." Mike spoke.

Liam rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Like Edward Cullen?" I asked.

Damn me and my stupid movie references. They didn't answer, both wearing solemn expressions. Wow, these guys were strange. They both started at me, no doubt waiting for me to introduce myself.

I cleared my throat and frowned.

"I'm Sienna. But you already knew that."

"Do you know how I knew that, Soze?"

"Why are you calling me Soze?"

"When I came up to buy a coffee, you were blabbing on and on like a madwoman. And Soze is Turkish for-"

"Someone who talks too much. I know that." I said dryly.

He grinned and nodded.

"And you were talking crazy. And about murder. And Keyser Soze was a con artist, a notorious murder. He killed his own family."

"I'm not a murderer!" I hissed loudly, glaring at Liam.

I could feel the eyes of the whole class on me and I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

"You told the barista that he could be charged with first degree murder for not serving you coffee, suffice to say you're Keyser Soze."

I stayed silent and turned back to my textbook. This guy was weird, Abercrombie model or not.

"Don't worry Sienna, I call my brother Danny Zuko." Mike said, chuckling at his glaring brother.

"A member from Grease?" I snickered. "How on Earth did you make that connection?"

"Behind the guy that paid for your coffee is a bad guy, Sienna. Leather jacket, vandalism, jerkish playboy ways..." He drifted.

I frowned and turned to Liam who was just smirking proudly.

"I highly doubt you're a bad boy." I laughed. "After all, you go to Yale."

Oh, but boy how was I wrong. I couldn't be further from wrong. Because that was the first day I met Liam but I hadn't really known a thing. Liam really was a bad boy.

No one spoke after that, the Professor waltzing in and apologizing incessantly about being late.

I ignored the twins and their quiet chatter throughout the class. They didn't participate not once but I always heard them answering the questions to each other and making jokes about it. I hadn't ever seen two brothers who were closer than these two. Albeit, I hadn't really seen much in my life but still, these boys were strange.

Other than the twins, class was, well, amazing... I had already had three arguments over journalism and how they portray the lives of celebrities. I don't think many people liked me...

Like Alex said, they'd probably mistaken my overly excited nature for debates for bitchiness.

Oh well, that's college.

***

"You want to go out instead?" I asked Jacob when he walked in to my dorm room.

"Yeah..." He said hesitantly when he saw that I was dressed already.

"You don't sound like you want to." I teased, grabbing my purse from the table beside me.

"Sorry, I was just thrown off from how gorgeous you look." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I was dressed in a simple long electric blue dress with a black, stylish blazer, my hair falling down in its natural curls. I locked the dorm room door and Jacob stopped me at the door, held my face and planted his lips softly on mine. He pulled back and smiled at me before leaning me against the wall and kissing me again, this time deeper.

We pulled apart quickly since we both weren't fans of PDA. He held my hand and we walked together towards the student's parking lot.

"So, what is this fight exactly about this time?" I asked hesitantly as we walked.

Chelsea was at her night classes now with Ally. It was nine so most people were in doors now or finishing up classes now. So far, I hadn't witnessed any frat parties though. I heard they were around and all that, but I was fortunate enough to not come across them. I was more of an inside-movie girl myself. Obviously.

"The usual." Jacob mumbled, seeming a little lost for a while.

"You never tell me what it is." I laughed. "How am I supposed to know?"

Jacob eyed me suspiciously and shrugged.

"Chelsea never tells you what they're about?" He asked.

"Nope, I'm always too scared to ask her. But you two make up before I ever have the chance. So, you know, I kind of an curious to kn-"

"Sienna." He cut me off, his tone surprisingly serious.

I stopped in my tracks and looked over at him, suddenly scared. He was never serious. He was one of those people that could make you laugh at a funeral.

"Yes, Jacob?" I gulped.

"How can you be so comfortable with me and Chelsea hanging around each other?"

Woah, I was not expecting that. I only ever had my mum and Ally ask me that. Everyone in Stanwell Vale always brushed off the question and ignored the momentary awkwardness when something about the two was brought up.

But when I was asked how I was so comfortable with it, my answer was easy: distrust.

Not trust, but merely not trusting anyone. In knowing that I can't ever fully trust Jacob, I was always prepared. On edge. It was not good; especially when my anxiety became too much and I had to take pills for it. Anyway, with not having to trust Jacob, it became easier to just simply be happy with our situation. I didn't have high expectations of him and I merely let the chips fall where they may.

If Jacob was meant to be with me, he would. If not, he wouldn't be.

I didn't have trust, but I had faith.

Weird, I know.

But looking at Jacob, I couldn't exactly turn to him and say I didn't trust him or have any real expectations. What kind of girlfriend would that make me?

"Trust." I lied. "I trust that both you and Chelsea are really over each other. If you weren't then you would obviously be with her."

That was part truthful. He raised his brows and eyed me wearily for a few moments before settling into content.

"Thank you. And just to clarify, Chelsea and I are way over. I don't like her like that anymore. But sometimes, when she does bring up our history, I just snap at her." He admitted.

"So that's what the fights are always about?" I asked, swallowing my guilt.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "We broke up over a misunderstanding but I'm glad it happened anyway. I believe one thing while she thinks something else. We clash over this."

This was the most I'd heard about how they broke up. No one had told me; even Stanwell Vale's gossip queens only had theories. Jacob and Chelsea were both adamant on no one knowing. I couldn't even comprehend what was so serious about it, though. They had both been sixteen at the time. Surely they weren't mature enough to actually have a proper relationship.

"So, enough about my stupidities as a young adolescent." He mumbled, turning us into the student parking lot where our cars were.

I laughed and looked for my car in the mass of vehicles.

"Okay, consider the conversation over. So where exactly do you think we should go?" I asked.

I was secretly hoping for ice cream.

"Well, there's this new place not far from here called-"

I didn't hear the rest of his sentence. Because at that moment, I heard a huge clash. Actually, it wasn't a clash; it was more like the sound of glass breaking on a big impact.

I frowned and jumped in my spot, frightened by the sudden sound. I held onto Jacob's hand tighter and he pulled me towards him. I turned and saw two dark figures at the end of the lot, standing around with golf clubs. My heart rate increased dramatically and I looked around frantically, seeing if anyone else saw.

But like I said, people were usually indoors at this time.

"Do you see those two guys?" Jacob tugged on my arm after not answering him the first time.

I nodded and gulped heavily. I could feel my anxiety from years ago creeping back and I tried to swallow my fear. My anxiety wasn't that bad, it was only frightening for it to be in attack a few years ago. Now, I had the normal anxiety everyone gets... With just a tad bit my nervousness.

"Did they smash a windshield?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah." Jacob answered.

My feet were glued to the spot I was standing, while Jacob tried to pull me towards my car.

"C'mon, Enna. Let's go." He told me, but I wouldn't budge.

"Enna, let's leave before they try smashing your car."

The two dark figures stopped talking to one another and started to walk in my direction. And our distance was not very long. In just a few moments they could be right in front of me.

"Sienna!" Jacob's voice rang alarm bells in my head. Oops, he was serious now!

I turned towards him and was about to tell him something before a voice had me startled in my tracks.

"Soze?" The voice called out, all too familiar. "Is that you?"

Oh my God.

That was that guy... those twins from my journalism class! He was the only person who referred to me as Keyser Soze.

My voice was stuck in my throat and I couldn't reply.

"Are you sure that's her?" It was Mike speaking now.

"Definitely sure, Mike. How could I forget a face and body like that?" Liam smirked.

This, however, got Jacob's attention and he threw his body in front of mine protectively.

"Hey! Do not talk about her like that." He defended.

Oh no... Shit no! Liam and Mike had just smashed a windshield with golf clubs. And Jacob now thought it was time to defend my honour?

"I didn't realise I was being offensive." Liam smirked, swinging the club around playfully.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I blurted out, frowning at the twins.

Jacob looked at me weirdly while the twins had a playful gleam in their eyes.

"I told you." Mike smirked at me.

I frowned confusingly and backed away slowly, knowing to tread lightly.

"Told me what?"

"You didn't believe that I could be dangerous?" Liam asked, smugness evident in his gorgeous features.

Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Please, stop with the dramatics, Liam." He chuckled. "I told her you were a bad boy, not dangerous."

"Same shit."

"Why would you two smash a windshield? Are you guys freaking nuts?" I yelled, anger seeping through me.

I hated this kind of attitude in a guy, thinking he could be all badass and above the law. There should be some serious consequence for these guys.

"We do what we want." Liam shrugged, frowning at me confusedly.

"You need to pay for the damage!" I scowled. "Or I'll tell the Dean on you guys. I know your names and the faces."

They both raised one brow simultaneously and I fought a smile at the coolness of how they both did it together. The perks of being twins...

"You won't tell the Dean." Liam said confidently.

"Yes, I will." I nodded vigorously.

"Unless you admire your precious car, over here," he nodded towards my vehicle, "you will not say a word."

I was going to say something - probably something that would have dug my hole deeper, but Jacob interrupted.

"Hey!" He shouted, his tone angry. "Do not threaten her."

"Tell the girl not to threaten us." Mike shrugged, watching me amusedly.

"Why would you do this? Are you guy's stupid? Do you legitimately have nothing else to do with your time?" I carried on.

Liam narrowed his eyes at me and I could see the signs of real emotions from him.

"Shut up." He muttered icily. "This is none of your f*cking business. Now leave and do not repeat today's events."

Once again, I was interrupted by Jacob.

"Shut up, douchebag. Stop talking to her like that."

Liam took a dangerous step towards Jacob and I could immediately feel panic well up inside of me. Jacob took a defensive step and my heart was practically ready to implode.

"Jacob!" I yelled in fright. "Come here!"

"Enna, get in the car."

"But-"

"Sienna, get in the car." He used his serious tone.

"Yeah, Soze, listen to the boyfriend."

I scowled and had half a mind of waltzing towards him and planting my hand on his cheek. Hard.

Fortunately, before the two boys could get any closer, Mike emerged between them and pushed away Liam.

"Dude, it's Sienna. Leave it alone." I could faintly hear Mike mumbling to Liam.

Everyone paused; me taking in the scene, Jacob watching the boys hesitantly and the twins were staring directly at me.

After what felt like forever, Liam stepped back, dropping the golf club.

"Last time, Mike." He murmured and then out of seemingly nowhere, they both managed to disappear from my vision. I think they vanished around a car and ran their ways towards campus.

I stared ahead, dumbfounded, and Jacob looked towards me.

"What the hell was that?"

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Authors Note:

BEFORE I START GUYS IM GOING TO THE RICKY MARTIN TOUR!!! I CANT WAIT!!! :D

Anyways...

Hey guys! So the long awaited chapter of Liam's introduction! How'd you like it? If any of you haven't read STMF, I think you may be a little confused further on in the story but it should be alright anyway.

Do you guys like the nickname for Sienna? I think it fits her perfectly :D it's pronounced 'So (as in so what) - zey (like hey but with a z)'

So, so-zey hahah.

If any of you haven't watched The Usual Suspects, I strongly advise that you do so because it is amazing. Albeit, a little complicated, but nonetheless amazing.

And I'm sorry for the one day late update, even though I said I would update yesterday! My internet was like so slow yesterday, I couldn't even get onto the wattpad website to upload. But today it's working fine for some reason, but hey, I'm not complaining.

And guys! TVD COMES BACK ON FRIDAY (for Australia) I CANT WAIT! DAMON FINALLY GOT THE GIRL, IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM :D :D

Dedicated to geeky_chick101 for first comment on chapter two! Thank you :)
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Anyway, about this chapter... you met Liam, how do you like him all grown up? And Mike? And what about Sienna's boyfriend, Jacob?

Next chapter is more eventful... I think. I just wrote chapter seven on my laptop so you guys aren't far behind.

Photo of Dave Franco who plays Mike. I know that he and Zac Efron don't look much alike but he's really hot and so is Zac Efron so that's enough resemblance there :D

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