The Classy Bad Boy

Serving It Up

(((Picture of Mr. Valentino on the side!)))

I was happy when I was finally out of that classroom, Alexander is such a dick! As I’m thinking of ways to knock him senseless until someone taped my shoulder. I turn around and see a girl with chocolate brown skin, long black hair, glasses, and around my height.

“Hey your name is Zarah right?” she asked me.

“Umm yeah, do you need anything?”

“Oh no! No I just wanted to know if you wanted to eat lunch with me and a couple of friends… If you don’t mind.” She asked with a hopeful expression in her big hazel eyes.

“Sure why not” I was in desperate need of friends right now

“Okay well meet me here after your third class. I’m Elena by the way”

“Thanks Elena, see you later.” With that I stared to walk the opposite way of the library. My class I had next was History my favorite subject. I know, I know who the hell likes History? Well this girl does, I love learning about how we all got to where we are today, the great leaders who lead battles and wars and all that jazz.

As walking to class I start thinking about Alexander and what he meant. This isn’t over no one talks to me that way! I mean he wasn’t going to hit me I’m a girl unless he’s a coward who hits girls then I’ll kick his ass! Or maybe he’s not used to rejection I mean he is one of the hottest guys I seen in a while, he looks like he belongs on the page of some Calvin Klein ad or something.

Stop thinking about him!

Crap I forgot I’m supposed to be angry with him, right; angry I got this.

As I’m walking inside the class chanting “Hate Alexander” in my head I bump into someone. “Oh shit I’m sorry.” I say quickly, I look up to the person and my eyes widen. I see a very, very good looking guy; he’s about 6ft tall, brown hair with golden brown highlights, chocolate brown eyes you can just melt into, strong jaw line with facial hair to top it off, and full pink lips that go amazing with his golden tan skin. This guy looks like a Greek God despite that fact his wearing a black button up with the sleeves rolled up, black slacks, and black shoes that look really expensive instead off a toga.

“No problem it’s alright. But I would watch the language if I were you.” What?

He sees my confused expression and chuckles that sends a shiver down my spine. “I mean it’s not good for you to swear in front of your teacher during school.” He’s a teacher?!

“Oh my God I’m so sorry sir.” He holds his hand up before I get a chance to apologize again.

“Don’t worry about it Ms. Adams, not my rules the administration.” He says as he flashes me his perfectly white teeth.

“Okay thank you Mr…?”

“Valentino, Mr. Valentino.” He says as he holds out his hand for me to shake. I place my hand into his and he gives me a gentle yet firm shake, at the same time he never breaks eye contact with me. I forgot we were still hand in hand until someone cleared their throat.

“Hey Mr. Valentino how was your weekend?” the most annoying high pitched voice screeched. I dropped my hand from Mr. Valentino and I turn to my left and I see a girl with long blonde hair going to her back with sun kissed skin topping off her look with her gorgeous light blue eyes. She looks at me and raises and eyebrow.

“Well, well, well I’ve never seen you around here before.” She says while twirling her hair in her fingers and standing with all her weight on her side looking me from head to toe. I don’t like this girl