Bad Boy

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It's clear to see that Sean isnt the best behaved seventeen year old in the world. He never dose homework, he mouthes off at our teachers, he even flipped his desk once.

Yes, Sean Mcloughlin is definitely a bad boy. For some reason I've always had a crush on him though.

I don't know why. Mabye it's the green hair, or his gorgeous blue eyes, but whatever it is, it's got me hooked.

The bell had already went for my next class, but I had to get my bag out of my locker before I go to it.

Meaning im alone in the halls. Or so I thought. I was about to pull my bag out of my locker when I hear a voice from down the hall say,

"Sean look. It's pipsqueak." I look up to see Brad walking towards me, Sean following behind him.

I close my locker, trying to ignore him. "What's wrong pipsqueak? Don't feel like talking?" Brad asked with a smirk.

"Come on man." Sean said, putting his hand on Brad's sholder, trying to pull him away. He shruged his hand off.

"What the fuck is on your hoodie?" He asked pulling at it. I was wearing my FNAF hoodie that has all the animatronicson it.

"Leave me alone." I said starting to get upset. "Lets go dude." Sean said looking annoyed.

"You're probably only wearing it because it's got long sleeves. You probably cut don't you? Most pathetic pieces of shit like you do-"

Sean grabbed Brad's collar with both hands and slamed him agenst the lokers.

"Don't you fucking DEAR, ever say that to anyone! Saying that kind of shit to people can make them want to end their god damn life!"

He slamed him agenst the lokers again.

"Do you want that!? Do you want to wake up everyday and know you made someone KILL THEMSELF!?"

"N-no" "Didn't think so." He threw him to the floor and kicked his side. "Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

He scrambled to his feet and ran off. Sean took a deep breath, and turned around to seem me with tears streaming down my face.

He stepped closer to me and scanned my face for a second, before putting both his hands on my cheeks and wiping my tears away.

He sighed. "Come here." He said slipping his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

I pressed my hands agenst his chest and rested my head on his sholder as more tears came out.

He slowly rubbed my back. "Please don't listen to him. He's an asshole who dosent know what he's talikng about."

I closed my eyes and tryed to calm myself down, even though Sean is hugging me and im kind of freaking out about it.

"I tryed to pull him away from you, but he wouldnt listen. And when he said that about you I almost knocked him the fuck out."

I giggled and stepped back from him, taking my hands off his chest. He let go of me to. "Why did you stick up for me?"

He looked down and took my hands in his before looking back up at me. "Think of it as my way of saying I really like you."

"You what?" "I really like you (Y/N), And not just as a friend." I started blushing really hard. "Y-YOU like M-ME? W-why?"

"I don't know... You're cool, we like the same sort of stuff, you're funny, sweet, smart... Beautiful...... how about you come over to my place after school? You can help me with all that homework I don't do." He asked with a smile.

"S-sure." "Grate, now let's go to class before Mrs. Alexander kills us." "I thought you don't care if you get in trobel."

"I don't, but I know you do, so come on." He let go of one my hand, making me blush and we started walking to class.

*time skip*

When we got to class Sean let go of my hand and opned the door for me, letting me go in first.

"(Y/N), Sean." She said, motioning for us to come the her desk. Sean let out an annoyed sigh as we walked to her.

"You're la-" "We know, we know. It was my falt. I ran into her in the hall and her books and notes fell. I helped her pick them up and that's why we're late. Ok?"

"Are you giving me cheek young man?" "Who gives a fuck if I am?" "Outside now!" He chuckled. "Fine."

He turned around and walked out of the door. "You can go to your seat now (Y/N)." "Thank you Mrs."

I walked to my desk and sat down. "Sean stuck up for me. Twice. He never dose that for anyone." I thought.

Mabye this could be the start of somehing...

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