The Bad boy's Fall

Chapter 2: Two can play a game

Chapter Two

School... We meet again.

As I walked in the very familiar place I can't help but notice the stares everyone is giving me, not to mention the faint whispers as I passed by a group of students.

"Is she a new student?" Said by a few girls getting books from their lockers.

"I've never seen her before."  Commented by the others.

"Nice."  This comment came from the jocks who are shamelessly checking me out. I rolled my eyes.

Let's not forget the casual eye roll I had received from the school sluts.

"Hey sexy!"  howled by one of the Football players.

Sam is a quarterback so it means I'm close to my target. I secretly scanned the crowd but I didn't find him.

Where is he?! Don't tell me these efforts are all for nothing! Urghhh.

The bell rang and I went to my class with a clear scowl on my face.

As I walked to my first subject, I remembered I still haven't got my timetable so I took off to the Information booth.

I noticed how the other students slowly dispersing in the school hallways.

Great! Just great! first day of classes and I'm late. I mentally scolded myself.

"Wanna hang out later."

I stopped dead on my tracks. I knew that voice from everywhere. As I turned, I saw my target.

Who would have known. I guess I don't need to find him,  turns out he will come right in front of me.

And the moment I looked at him, for the first time this Senior Year, I almost forgot how good-looking he is. He's wearing a navy blue shirt that had done nothing to hide his glorious body, paired with black pants that hung low on his waist and finished it off with black vans. Heis the perfect definition of effortlessly simple yet hot at the same time. When I'm done checking him out I saw a giant smirk plastered on his face, but instead of blushing like I probably did during the old days, I smirked back.

Then I remembered he asked me something.

"Depends on who's asking."  I shot back with a wink and walked away before he can say anything else.

Playing hard to get suddenly sounded a great idea.

Two can play a game.

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My morning class passed by in a blur and now I find myself seating alone and having lunch at the very crowded cafeteria.

The stares and whispers are still there most especially now that they knew behind the mystery girl is no other than Marlee Clarkson,The same girl they ignored for all these years.

Someone sat next to me that caught my attention.

"May I sit here?" asked by Christine Jacobs. We had our morning classes together but this is the first time she has ever talked to me.

Christine is a transferee student. A brunette with shoulder length hair which complements her pale skin and brown eyes. I wonder why the cheer leading team still hadn't talked to her. It seems like she got what it takes to be in the spotlight.

She is smiling hopefully at me. I decided it costs nothing to be nice so I smiled back and replied: "Sure, You're new here right?"

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We talked about a lot of things while eating. I found out she lives a few blocks away from mine, we also have all our classes together so we decided we can sit together in class.

She's currently inviting me for an overnight stay at their house.

"How about on saturday?"  I suggested. I'm really looking forward to be her friend.

"Really?!" She asked with bright eyes. She'd been pouting the moment I told her I'm not sure. So seeing her mood change had me laughing. She's so cute.

"Its settled then. Saturday at your house."  I answered. Which had her beaming even until our afternoon classes. I can't blame her though. Even I, can't wait for Saturday. I just wished she's not like him.

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We parted ways during the dismissal time because Mom and I will be having a shopping trip and she decided to fetch me.

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As I waited for her, I sat on a bench watching a few sophomores running along the field. I've been studying my plan which I may add, I got from the internet.

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Rule #1:

Is that you gotta have fun

but when you're done you gotta be the first to run.

Rule #2:

Just dont get attached

to somebody you can lose.

Rule #3:

Wear your heart on your cheek

but never on your sleeve unless you wanna taste defeat.

Rule #4:

Gotta be looking pure

kiss him goodbye at the door and leave him wanting more.

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The worst kind of pain is caused by the heart and that is my target. His heart may seem hard to reach; but it doesn't mean it's not there. I know him more than anyone. And I'm the perfect person for that job.

I've had enough of him. Tables are now turned. And it's time he got a taste of his own medicine.

A traitor tear escaped my eye as unwanted images started to play back, memories where everything was perfect.

Ughhh how many times have I asked myself  not to cry from the same reason over and over again.

"Boy problem?"  Someone asked playfully.

I glared at the owner of the voice. Speaking of the devil. It took a lot in me not to tear him apart. I decided to ignore him. I'm not in the mood of his sick game.

"Hey! where is all the hate coming from?" He tried again.

Does he seriously have no clue??!

"Sam Michaels for the love of god, will you please do both of us a favor and just LEAVE ME ALONE!"  I snapped. I can't deal with him right now. I know I should keep him close if I really wanted to go on with my plan but those things can wait. I need to get away from him right now.

"Whatever Mylee."  He replied nonchalantly.

Those words did it. He called me using my childhood nickname. We used call each other names and I didn't let anyone call me that aside from him. The tears I've been holding back, rushed out and I breakdown. I ran away tears blurring my vision.

"Listen, Marlee I didn't mean to--"  Those are the last words I heard as I once again walked away from him.

How am I supposed to crush him if everytime I see him I'm the one who's crushing?

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A/N:

tadaaa! A lot of changes, I know! though I kinda liked this one more than the previous x

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