Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 5: Bring it On

Chapter 5// Bring it On

Sorry about the long wait I have been procrastinating a little....okay, alot. But hopefully you guys can forgive me. Idk if this chapter is good so I'm welcome to any opinions as long as they're constructive. So enjoy!

Jay POV

I can't believe that bitch did that. If she thinks she could humiliate me like that she has another thing coming. I may have held back on her since I thought she was interesting but no more. It's time to show her who's boss.

Ivy POV

It's been about a week since that incident at lunch. Thankfully, the Jackass hasn't talked to me since. Hopefully he got the hint that I was not interested in having any form of interaction with him. Though, I have yet to get a good night sleep with his loud music. That Jackass is doing it on purpose now and it's really pissing me off.

I hear the ringing of my alarm, interrupting my thoughts. I blankly look at the ceiling contemplating whether school was really worth it.
When I finally decided that I didn't want to become an illiterate piece of shit with no purpose in society then to take up space (A/N-not trying to offend anyone who has not finished school, this is not my point of view this was just said for the story), I got up.

I trudged to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for school. Brushing through my hair and getting dressed in a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans with my signature black leather jacket and black combat boots.

Before I left my room I glanced towards the window and was shocked. The Jackass was nowhere to be seen. Normally, he's just waking up when I leave. This is the first time he's left early. But why should I care? This is a gift, now I don't need to see his dumbass face first thing in the morning.

Leaving the room, I grab an apple before leaving since Aunt Rose left for work early. Yesterday my motorcycle finally got here. So I climbed onto my bike and drove off to school.

I got to school and everyone was staring at me, mostly my bike. I was so done with trying to go under the radar, it was a lost cause to begin with anyway.

I got off my bike and walked into the school towards my locker. Alex was there wearing a loose grey tee with ripped blue jean shorts. She had a red plaid sweater around her waist and was wearing dark brown cowboy boots and her brown hair was in two pigtails under a cowboy hat. I chuckled. Her fashion sense was very eccentric but she made it work with her nice body and confident additude. Some people don't seem to appreciate it though.

"I see you're going for cowgirl today." I said with a smirk.

"Excuse me, no! I'm going for sexy cowgirl." She replied.

"You turn every outfit into a sexy outfit." I chuckled cause it was true. Give her scissors and duck tape and she could probably make a bunny suit look sexy.

"Well of course! I do aspire to be a fashion designer. This-" she gestures to herself, "-is just practice."

"Practice for what? If a rodeo comes around in need for a new wardrobe." I teased.

"Hey! You never know." We started laughing as we started walking to class.

My first class was English with Mr. Asshole, so Alex and I went our seperate ways. Mr. Asshole and I have had many spats throughout the week and it became very clear that he hates my guts, which I could say the same for him. So I just sat down and ignored the glare he sent me.