Chapter Eight
After the little incident I am now walking on my way to my first class taking my time thinking about what has gotten into me to accept the deal.
"Why are you late Ms. Clarkson?"
I had an unfortunate encounter with the Bad boy Sir! ha I thought to myself. As if that is enough excuse to be late. So I just shrugged.
"Take your sit." he dismissed me, It's not like he could do something about it. I'm still late either ways.
I scanned the classroom and noticed that the seat next to Christine is already taken by Drake. Great now I'm gonna have to seat alone in the back. With that I stomped my way to the last row.
How could they get in the class that fast anyway. Before I could come and ask them, the door flew open and in came a Greek god of a model.
Nah, who else could it be. Way to go make the perfect entrance! Bad boys and dramatic entrance how cliqué. He gave a note to our professor and scanned the room for an empty seat, I'm hoping with my very best to disappear. But with no such luck the moment we had an eye contact, a smirk made its way on his face as he walked his way to the vacant seat next to me.
And me being me, I ignored him.
"Hey girlfriend."
oh so now he's playing the Hey-I'm-a-hot-boy-sitted-next-to-you-notice-me game.
"If you're trying to be cute cut it out, you're making me want to puke my breakfast."
"But babe I'm not trying to be cute, cute is not even a word to describe Sam Michaels" He stated like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes but then remembered to ask the question I've been dying to ask him the moment he entered this hell-hole.
"Why are you in my class? Miss me already?" I smirked on the last part. I might as well put my plan into action.
"Nah, I'm too excited for tomorrow to even have it in me to miss you"
Now that he has mentioned it. I thought about it. What could happen tomorrow.
We've been receiving warning glances from our prof -not that Sam worry about it- so I focused on the lesson.
poke
I ignored.
poke
still ignored.
poke. poke. poke
Why can't he just stop?!
poke. poke
I glared at him but he just gave me that boyish smile that showed his dimples. Darn it! I instantly looked away. How could he be so darn handsome?
poke. poke. poke. poke. poke. poke. poke. poke.
This time I can't hold it anymore. So much for his childish ways!!!
"Whaaaaaaaat!!" I shouted louder than I expected. All eyes focus their attention on us immediately.
"That's it! detention after class Marlee and Sam!"
"But I hadn't done any--"
"Detention after class I repeat."
"wha-- why-- arghhh!!" I whined.
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The Bad boy's Fall
Novela Juvenil"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies." Don't you love it when you have a childhood bestfriend who you can always count on? When Marlee was 6 she met a little boy and there's nothing she could ever ask for. But...
