Bad Boy

Chapter 2: Little Rebel

Y/N: " Oh Dallas" I quickly stood up and fixed my hair. " Um yeah um I'm so sorry, I should've been looking at where I was going." I stuttered.

Dallas: " Mhmm yeah it's cool like I really don't give a shit." He said shrugging his shoulders.
     After brushing off his jacket, he walked passed me and stepped over my scattered papers and fallen books. Ugh he can be so inconsiderate. He knocked me over and he tells me he doesn't give a shit. Like how dare he. I knelt down and started picking up my fallen items.

Liam: " Here let me help you with that." He said, while kneeling down and gathering my books.

Y/N: " Oh um thank you" I said.
     We picked up all my stuff and he handed them to me. " Um thanks again uhh..."

Liam: " Liam, my name is Liam. I was in your physics class last year. Remember?"
     He flashed a warm smile at me. To be honest, I did remember him but I don't remember him looking like this. Last year, everyone used to call him Loser Liam but I guess people dropped that. The summer did wonders for him. He's definitely more muscular than last year. His chestnut brown eyes sparkle brightly behind his large framed black glasses. And his hair was cut and styled, under his black beanie. So pretty much he's a 6-foot beauty but I'm not really interested.

     *** Bell rings ***
Y/N: " Shit I'm late, I gotta go, thanks again." I said as I ran to my English class.
     I ran into the classroom just before my teacher, Mr. Robinson, could close the door.

Y/N: " I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Robinson" I said as I took my seat

Mr. Robinson: " It's alright Y/N, just don't make it a habit".
     I nodded. I pulled out my Laptop and started copying the notes from the board. I turned my head and realized that Dallas was sitting behind me to the left. Great. As if I needed any distractions.

Dallas: " Ooooo looks like we got a little rebel in the room. Being all late to class. How cute" He chuckled, slouching back in his seat.