The Bad Boy And My Bra

Chapter 5: Fudge Cakes

~Scarlett Kimura's pov~

It's finally the end of the day, I feel so complete and free from school work.

My headache seems to go away, which boost my good mood. But I couldn't say the same for my soe body. Mood killer.

I'm current in my bedroom bed, relaxing with my music blasting through my phone speakers. Pierce The Veil is on playing Cara-pher-er-ne-lia.

Man, that's so hard to pronounce that ish.

I already have done my studying and now I'm bored in a good mood, I look around to see what I can do in my room.

My room is organized and clean for starters, books and pens on my work desk, my bag hanging on the doorknob with tomorrow's school subjects ready until I see my acoustic guitar in the corner near my bed, collecting dust.

I sort of feel ashamed for my stuff that has been collecting dust for long time, even my poor mini TV is dusty.

I got up from my bed and started cleaning up the dust with a tissue.

When I was finished cleaning, my phone started to ring with Green Day on playing Holiday.

I didn't hesitate to pick up my phone and answer it without checking the number.

"Yahellooo?" I answer casually, while I put the dusty tissue in the bin.

"Hey beautiful," the familiar voice that I want bleach down his throat.

How the fudge cakes did he got my number from?

"How did you get my number?" I demand, straight it out. Me as a ice-breaker, I don't bother with the sweet talk.

"That's not important, sweet cheeks." Jarred denied my question unwanted with a some weird accent that I couldn't make out with. But I could hear someone with him holding on their laughter.

He would be a great stalker, in the movies.

"Well I guess this talk isn't important then," as I about to hang up the phone call.

"No wait! I just-" Too late, I hung up on him with a hesitated. But now curiosity is killing me what was he about to say?

I throw my phone sort of gently on my bed, furious on myself that I couldn't wait for two seconds to hear him.

Whatever Jarred is just my neighbor. Who has my number and keeps annoying me from yesterday.

I don't want to look desperate or anything, but my mood has competently changed thanks to silly, odd phone call from him.

I sit back down on my spiny chair and look down on my bedroom floor with sigh furiously, as I rub my templates gently to calm myself down.

It's just the idiot who somehow got my number. But how did he got my number is the question to my curiosity.

I started to think back in history class today.

*Flash Back*

I was sitting in middle row in the middle of the classroom, smart and bright students was sitting in the front of class. Relaxed and calm students like me in the middle. And yep you guessed it, the rebels and 'finished' students in the back.

I, of course, was writing all the notes down in my book with my earphones in listening to All Time Low.

Kyle was obviously sitting next to me, copying the same notes down quietly.

Jarred was in the back of the class (of course), playing a little game with Cody and few another classmates. I think it was truth or dare the game was.