The next day I woke up late
"shit!" I said jumping up and looking over at the alarm clock that read 7:52
I sighed
"oh well"
There then was a sharp knock at my door
"You're going to be late" Dylan said
"I'm not going to school" I said
"Hmm maybe that is for the best.." He mumbled
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Well you know, with the picture going around and everything.."
"Picture?" I asked
"You know..." He said
I sat up on my bed
"What picture?!" I asked
"Uh...forget it" he said
there was a ding in the distance
He looked up at me panicked
"Give me your phone" I said
"I really have to get to school--"
"Give me, your phone" I said
"I'm not going to ask you again"
He nodded slowly and then approached me
"Just give me the phone Dylan!!" I yelled
He turned the other way and ran out of the room
"No!" He yelled
I ran after him
"Damn those years of track really did pay off" I said as I grabbed his backpack and pulled him towards me
I snatched his phone
"What's the password?!!" I yelled
"I'll never tell you" he said
I smirked
"What are you doing--"
I grabbed his hand and pushed his thumb on the home button
"Ha!" I yelled as he shook his head
"I deleted it as I was running anyways!" He said
I scoffed
"I'll get it one way or another" I said as I ran toward the bathroom and locked myself in
"Hey! I need my phone!" he yelled as he started to bang on the door
I looked through his messages and stumbled upon a group chat
group chat discussion:
A: dude that was siiick!
D: that wasn't even the best part
B: it was okay.
L: It was cool
"Okay um...." I mumbled as I started to type
group chat discussion:
A: have you seen the picture?
B: yeah dude your sister is hot as fuck!
D: what picture?
L: *image inserted*
I gasped at the picture in front of me
A picture of me,
In a green face mask,
eyebrows furrowed,
tight tank top slipping,
bra strap showing,
confused ugly expression.
"IM GONNA KILL HIM!!!" I yelled
"ADAMS YOU ARE SO DEAD!" I yelled as I flung open the bathroom door
"Who are you talking to?" Dylan asked
"Suck it!" I yelled as I ran into my room an grabbed my bag
"Well don't just stand there, give me the keys!" I yelled
"Uh..Alex..."
"WHAT?!" I yelled
"Shouldn't you wash it all off first..." He said and by his facial expressions I could tell he was holding back laughter
I froze I took a deep breath
Adams is a dead man
YOU ARE READING
The Bad boy and The Bad girl
Teen FictionKyle Adams is what most people would call a total badass. He is the most feared, reckless, and is also known as a player. Alex Riley is a wild child. She doesn't care what people say about her or think about her, she's gorgeous, sarcastic, and full...
