Not Your Cliché Bad Boy

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That is the photo of Kendra (aka me)

Today is Friday... yay school is nearly over.

I was sitting in the hall listening to the instructions for our exam . We sat for an hour doing our technology exam then we had to hand in our projects. We made small houses out of waste material.

I put my technology project on a chair on the other side of the hall. I walked until there and stopped by the chair. I felt hands creep to my waist and I jumped alittle dropping the project.

I bend down to pick up my project and then I feel a hand in mine. Why is this so flippen cliché?

"Sorry I scared you." Cole said and I smiled slightly.

"Its okay." I said and he nodded before he took my project and stood up. He put his hand out to help me up and I gladly took it.

We were both staring at each other aimlessly until he decided to break the silence.

"I wanted to ask you something." He said and I thought alittle on what he could say.

Sorry about yesterday, I just didn't want to hurt your feelings on your birthday.

Shit what if he says that.

Now I am worried.

"Sure." I said shyly and looked at the ground.

"I wanted to ask you out." He said and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sure." I said and beamed up. Cole wasn't bad, everybody said he was a bad boy, they never once tried to be friendly with him.

They say he used girls and smoked and some said he was part of a gang. Pathetic right.

"Great see you later." He said and stormed out the room as the bell rang. That was weird.

"Leader meeting!" A teacher called and I groaned.

We were all huddled up in a classroom.

"Okay so as you know, we have smokers at our school. I won't say names but you can talk to each other about it." The teacher says.

"Okay you can go." She added and we left.

I was thinking about who the smoker could be.

The I heard the name I never wanted to hear in a sentence.

"Cole is the smoker."