The Bad Boy And My Bra

Chapter 7: Did It Hurt

Scarlett Kimura's pov

I woke up the next day, feeling extremely tired from last night event. When I'm extremely tired, I'm in a bad mood. Giving out my sassy, sarcasm comebacks as answers to anyone who dares to talks to me.

I'm usually the sweet, innocent, blah blah so on, a good girl who always has the top straight A's but today is a bad impression to say that.

I march into the school grounds ignoring everyone's stares and whispers, I have to block out my anxiety thoughts and just keep on marching to find the two pair of thieves from last night.

"Scarlett! Wait up!" Kyle shouted after me, as I stop walking and waited for him. I raise a tired eyebrow at him on what he wants. In a good way of course.

"Gurl, you don't look so good. Not enough sleep huh?" He questions on my facial expression.

My eyelids felt heavy, I have black beach bags under my eyes, my body is more sore than yesterday was and my brain is completely out of order like a burnt, old computer.

This day could go messy, I don't want to say anything rude or 'too smart' to Kyle. Because he's my best friend.

I nod slowly with a yawn to Kyle's question earlier. "Uh huh." I answered whilst I'm walking with him slowly, trying to grain some energy.

"You shouldn't have stayed up reading wattpad books Scar," he advice me, I know he's only being helpful but in return I just simply nod to his advices that keeps coming from him.

"So tell me, what happened? Why you so grumpy-looking?" He finally questions on my mood. I lightly shake my head at him with a playfully smile that letting him know I'm gonna muck around with him.

"I'm grumpy that my new neighbor played loud music all night long, how can I not like that? How the fudge cakes can my neighborhood sleep through all that!?" I finally confess and question my thoughts out loud to him. But no seriously, how can my neighbors sleep though all that?

His music taste in music is like these days music R&B, rap, mostly generally the songs from the radio and few good twenty-one pilots songs that played, that I like. Not that I'm hating or anything in his music taste. It's pretty alright taste for a average, I guess.

That's when I finally saw the two people I wanted to kill so badly but unfortunately they're talking to the rebel kids of this school, of course they would talk to them. I don't have the energy nor the courage to speak to one of them, well Anthony is no problem, but still.

We walk pass by their hang-out territory as well known a corner wall, as Jarred flash a amusing smirk at me while talking to them. Anthony noticed me as he wiggled his eyebrows at me in a seductive way. Both messages received boys.

But I chose to ignore them, not bothering to give a reaction to them. That's what their want, a reaction.

Kyle gives me a pout look with curiosity written all over his face, he's trying to fix a puzzle in his brain with his theories on me and the boys. I'm guessing he noticed the Jarred and Anthony messages huh?

I know Kyle way too well.

I sheepishly smile at him while scratching the back of my neck about to say something but I got cuted off.

"Did it hurt when you bang Jarred?" Anthony purposely quiz me with a fake information, putting the spotlight on me with a evil grin. Letting the cat out of the bag, of what happened last night.

I didn't bang him! I bang the floor when I climbed out of his window, that bra thief! I'm innocent! Where's my lawyer! Bring Judge Judy if you need to! Jarred stole my bra, he should be in jail and lock up for over twenty-five years! Anthony is a rotten lair, I hope his pants goes on fire.