Badboys' Karma (in the making)

Chapter 3

 Once I reach my designated locker, I unlock it and pop my backpack in. Since the only thing I will be needing is a pen and notebook, I open up my bag to retrieve them in order to get started with my day. While I'm at it, I grab my gum pack, a half filled cigarette pack and my lighter, adding them to the collection in my back pocket next to my phone.

I give my printed itinerary a once over and see the dreaded subject at the top of todays classes.

Math. Just great! Let's get this over with.

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"Miss. Capobianco, Are you even paying attention?" I snap out of my daze and stare at Mr. Jones, my new math teacher who is ironically my childhood best friend.

"Yes, don't worry Tony. 2+2 is 4, I get it" I roll my eyes at him earning a few giggles amongst the classroom. 

Tony Jones, my now math teacher, has been my best friend since I was little. Since he was about five years older than me, our families always made fun of us saying that we would surely get married when we were older, but for us that was a hilarious thought. 

After we left town, Tony apparently decided he had a passion for teaching and since math was  his thing, he later specialized in teaching it. Due to how close our families became over the years, my dad always kept tabs on Tony and once he graduated, top of his class might I add, he spoke to his old friend, the schools' owner, and BAM hired.

"How about instead of talking back to me you come up here and present yourself like I asked you to in the beginning of class" he says trying to hide his smile and nodding towards the front of the class.

  I fake a bright smile at him as I walk towards the chalkboard acting like it doesn't bother me to present myself. "Sure, ¿Why not, Tony?".  I clear my throat and look at everyone deciding that I was going to play nice this year

   "I'm Karma Capobianco. I'm new obviously, I'm seventeen and I think that's about it." I sigh and walk back to my seat as I tie my curly brown hair, cross my legs and start playing with my phone while Tony, I mean Mr. James sighs and starts explaining to the students what he expects every student to do during the year and how to act obviously using my 'back talk' as an example.

   Tony was very attractive and I will admit it freely since its undeniable. I mean, if you look at him you melt into a puddle instantly, but he would just take off his coat and put it over you (the puddle) for his girlfriend to walk over so she doesn't get wet. He's not in a serious relationship since its only been a couple of months, but he is very devoted to his relationships.

 Having graduated early from college due to his perfect grades, Tony was only twenty three. When I last saw him he was lanky and awkward. I took this moment to admire his change, his once skinny arms now had muscles, his band T-shirts were replaced with a fitted black polo and his usual curly light brown hair was now shaved down into a buzz cut. The only thing that I could recognize without a doubt were his honey brown eyes that twinkled when he was excited, which in this case was because he was explaining some math thing. 

  I met Tony when he started working at my dads' new bakery as an assistant baker.  When my dad saw that his bakery was becoming a hit, he put out an announcement on the paper and had so many interviews, but no one was up to his standards. In came, Tony a teenage boy that had decided that he wanted to save up for college and that's how it all started. 

I admit, I grew up with Tony being my platonic, watching him grow into who he is today and sadly meeting all the girlfriends he had, which were a lot. Obviously, after a few years all feelings were lost. He quit after he graduated which was his initial plan with my dad even if they kept in touch.