The Bad Boy

7

I walked to class with my friends. And girls trying to get our attention.

Why? I mean I killed a teacher two years ago. Oh that's right. No knows who did it.

"Class pull out pencils. We have a test!" Mr. David said in a sing song voice.

I pulled out my pencil. I fail almost every test.

~*~

At lunch everyone was guessing how well they did on there test. Me I actually got all the problems done.

That is a new record for me. I never get a problem done on a test so I fail.

BAILEY POV

I walked to lunch talking to Taya about the test we took. I got all fifty problems done. Yay!

~*~

I was walking home on the sidewalk when some one stopped and honked.

I turned and saw Derek. "Yes?"

"Need a ride?"

"Um... I'd rather walk then ride on that death machine."

"C'mon. And it's not a death machine."

"Right, do you know how many people die on those things. They are killers."

"Well do you know how many?"

"No, but that is not the point."

"Then what's the point."

"I don't know. But you probably want me to ride on that so you can kill me. "

A laugh escaped his lips. "You don't know anything about me. I don't kill."

I sighed and gave in. He handed me a helmet and I put it on.

I got on behind him. "Now wrap your arms around my waist."

"Is that necessary?"

"Fine, I guess that you'll be killing yourself."

"Ugh, fine." I said and did as he instructed.

We drove off and I closed my eyes tightly. He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me. Is all that raced through my mind.

"You can let go now." Derek said.

I let go and got off. I gave him his helmet and he laughed. "What?"

"Your hair." He said laughing.

I comed my hair with my fingers while walking up to my house.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it. It was a text from some random person.

Hey, wanna come to my friends party tomorrow.

Let me guess. This is Derek.

Dude, how did you know? :/

It's called being smart. I guess I'll go. But tell your friends not to be mean to me same with everyone else or I will destroy the party. How did you get my number?

Okay, and I have my ways. :) bye.

Whatever, bye.

I walked to my window and saw Derek smirking at me from his bedroom window.

I flipped him off and smiled. "Dude, really?" He yelled from his open window.

"Yeah."

"I invited you to a party."

"You won't tell me how you got my number."

"So you flip me off?"

"I did not. I showed you a bird."

"Whatever." He said.

The rest of the hour consisted of us looking at each other.