Bad Boy || Xavier

3

As the class ended I waited outside the classroom like what that boy told me to. I waited for what's like three minutes, and he never came.

Maybe he forgot?

I started walking and noticed the hallway are starting to get empty. I mentally groaned, I basically am lost. I have no idea where my classes are! He was suppose to get me to class! Now I'm lost in this stupid school!

I let out a yelp as I was yanked backwards by my backpack. As I was about to let out a scream a hand covered my mouth. I looked up to the person who has grabbed me. It was the boy who was suppose to escort me to class.

He had one of his arm around my waist, and the other on my mouth. I ripped his hands off of my mouth.

"What was that for?!" I turned around and faced him.

"That was for not listening to me. I told you to wait!" He was growing angry. Why is he getting angry? I'm the one who's suppose to get angry. Not him.

"Well, I waited. And I didn't want to be late, so I left. You took forever!" I grumbled, and left.

"Your class is the other way," he says.

I turned around, feeling myself getting red. Thank god for my long hair for covering my face.

I was grabbed by my forearm, and preventing me to walk.

"Hey!"

"Your class is right here, smart one." He turns me around to face a closed door.

"Let's go, the bell rang." He says opening the door.

It did? How come I didn't hear it ring?

"Xavier. How nice of you to finally join us." The teacher says.

"And who are you?" He asks.

"She's Lassie Livingston, the new student." Xavier, the boy who was suppose to get me to class, says right before i had the chance.

"Right, now why are you late?" The teacher asks again.

"She was lost," I am starting to get annoyed by him already.

"And why are you, Mr.Norman, late?" Is he seriously going to play twenty-one questions?

"I was looking for her," he says groaning.

"I think Lassie would appreciate if you stop asking questions, and get on with the lesson." Xavier barked. I flinched back, from the sudden outburst. Xavier felt me flinched since he is still holding my arm.

"Right, right. Uhm, sorry." He clears his throat, and turns to the class, "Okay,—"

Xavier pulls me to the back of the classroom by my arm. And it hurts being dragged around by the arm. Especially when he's like a foot taller than me. And he has longer legs.

"Stop dragging me!" I said through my gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes and pushed me into the seat. We sat down next to me on the empty desk. It wasn't empty before. He literally pulled the poor boy's arm and got him off of his desk.

I sighed frustrated. I wish I didn't have this class with Xavier. Sure he's attractive, and handsome, cute, hot, but he's bossy, demanding, and rude.

"What's wrong?" Xavier's asks with worry in his eyes.

I only shook my head.

I tried to pay attention to the lecture that the teacher is giving, but I can't focus.

I felt Xavier's eyes on me. I ignored him for a few minutes, but he won't stop staring at me.

"Stop looking at me," I stomped on his foot, making him flinch.

"Damn, women. Violent much?"he says as he sooth his toes.

"Why is he with her? I mean— she's not even good looking," a group of girls were huddled together whispering rather loudly.

I saw Xavier glaring at them in the corner of my eyes, and the girls stopped talking.

The class ended, and there is a twenty-minutes break. Xavier grabbed my upper arm again, and dragged me the opposite way to the direction I wanted to go to.

"What are you doing?" He pulls on my arm.

"I need to use the bathroom!" I pointed at the girls bathroom.

"Fine, hurry." He says pushing me towards the bathroom.

I quickly shuffled into the bathroom, almost tripping on the door frame.

I did my business, and washed my hands. I looked at myself through the mirror and took a deep breath. Quickly I fixed myself, and left.

I didn't see Xavier around, which I am thankful for—

"Hey," I was yanked again, and I collided into Xavier's chest.

Never mind.