The Badboy's Not So Goodgirl

Chapter 1.

I could not believe this was happening!! I had my essay squished between my teeth as I ran through the hallways of Balister High school. I was never late. NEVER LATE I TELL YOU! NEVEEEEEEER!  

Ahem . . . anywho . . .  

I forced my feet to go faster as I rounded the corner. I knew I had taken too long to print my report in the library. Gosh this was so irritating. I was so not having this go on my permanent record. Nope. Nuh uh.  

Finally I found the door that led to my science teacher. I opened it up gradually and made it just in the nick of time. I took the essay from my mouth and gave it to Mr Yale. He frowned then stared at me.  

"Why are you panting?" He askede me. I frowned.   I just felt like inhaling a butt load of air for no reason because it brings me pleasure. However, I spoke other words.

 "I was running." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I couldn't help but add a little attitude.  

"Class doesn't start until 5 more minutes." He replied. I took in a deep breath.

 "I know that. But I like to get here early so I can prepare all my materials." I told him as I walked to my desk. I could feel his confusion but I didn't give to yellow squirrels. I had to be here  5 minutes early or else my day just felt off.

  I readied my pens, pencils, erasers and notebook and placed them properly on my desk. I sat and patiently waited as more students filled into the room with their friends. I frowned. Friends were so pointless.

All they did was cause you drama and get in the way of studying. I don't understand why people have them - much less want them. They're stupid, and very annoying from what I've witnessed.

 They all took seats near one another but someone must've been gone today because the seat right behind me was open. I shrugged it off and got ready for today's lecture and worksheets.  I was jotting down notes faster than all the other kids, and eventually finished first. I just sat there quietly and enjoyed my first place scribbling battle. In my head of course. I can't just get up and stand on my desk and be all like. . .

 "HA HA HA I BEAT YOU! I FINISHED MY NOTES FIRST! BEAT THAT SUCKA!"   I think I would risk getting in trouble and that could go on my record.  

"Now, today we're going to be doing projects and-" and I get the jist of this, thank you. I was taking notes on what we were doing for today's lab activity, until someone barged through the door without a care in the world.  

I jumped in shock at the sudden sound and ended up dropping my most favorite green pen. I groaned before I had to lean alllllll the way over and grasp it from the dirty floor. Once I set it back on my desk, I openly glared at the newcomer, who I soon recognized.

 Hell, everyone recognized him. Everyone knew him. It was the one and only - Tate Greens. How can I even begin to describe Tate Greens . . .? Ok, here goes.  Tate Greens. Dangerous. Player (typical), drinker, smoker and heart breaker. Not a day goes by when he isn't doing something either illegal, dangerous or scary. One day he's breaking a poor girl's heart, one day he's in a fight with some guy, and one day he just ditches and goes to God knows where. His body is flawless, along with his face, chest and everything that he was born with, except his attitude.

 I once idlessly sat around and watched him in a fight with the star quarterback, and lemme jussay, Tate was terrifying. He has this look in his eyes that tell you he isn't going to stop. And when he does, it's because the guy is knocked out or the principle walks out and forces him away.   I've often seen him just loitering around the halls.

He openly smokes near the lockers, and he and his friends are always causing trouble.   Alas, I've heard tales of his player ways.

There was once a girl named Chloe who thought she had totally changed him. He was going to be different. She was going to be the one girl who made the badboy turn soft. Oh how she was wrong. At first, they were just a fling thing. Meaning a little sex here, a little sex there. Or rather A LOT. Everyone knew they were hooking up.

I used to overhear her boasting to her friends about how he's changed, but deep down inside, I knew he wasn't going to change for her. I couldn't describe it.   One day, she got the lady balls to ask him, and you know what he did? He laughed. He laughed at her.

The poor and naive girl who though she had changed his world, was laughed at. He happily said no and couldn't keep away the hysterics taking over as he walzted out of the room.   Screw, screw, screw some more. That was the quote for him.

 Yet now, here I was, wondering why he just walked into an honors bio class. He was always ditching school, so why was he here?

 "Mr Greens?" Mr. Yale asked. Tate looked around the room to do a once over, but I still wasn't done with my notes so I let go of the situation and started to write some more. I heard chattering but I couldn't pay attention to it. I had to get a good grade on this assignment.  Before I could respond . . . someone uttered horrid words.

 "Ah, yes you'll sit behind Nova. Since Kenny already has a partner, Nova will be yours for the rest of the semester." Sir bald teacher added.  Now he had my attention.   I let go of my pen and stared at the two to see if they were serious or not. Tate's eyes found mine and he let out a mouth watering smirk. Gosh, conceited much??

 I gulped as he took slow steps towards his seat, or to me . . or whatever. His eyes never left mine, making me turn a deep shade of red. I couldn't help it. I didn't like being looked at.   Tate got closer and closer . . until finally, he reached his seat. When he when to sit down, he slightly hovered over my shoulder and bumped it. I recoiled immediately. I wanted to shout or something, but I couldn't! Not in front of the whole class.

 "Ok, get a chance to meet your new partners before we start. I'd like an essay on their likes, dislikes, siblings, etc..." Mr. Yale announced. I so badly wanted to throw a cactus at his face.  

I felt Tate burning holes into the back of my brown haired head so I hesitantly turned around, my paper and pen somewhat shaking in my hand.  he's so hot. Oh my lord. Lorde. Royals. YOU CAN CALL ME QUEEN BEEEEEEEE! I started to sing in my head.

 Someone cleared their throat, causing me to look up.  "You just gonna zone out all day?" Tate asked, his dark eyes staring intently on mine. I narrowed my eyes in anger. His features soon softened as he stared at me.  

"You look like a little kitten when you're angry, you know that?" He asked in a deep and husky voice. I dropped the scowl and became flustered.  Oh no. No no. Nova this is his plan. He wants to sweet talk ya, then he'll try to get into yo pantaloones, and he'll ditch you like how he did to that one chick! Then again . . . why me? I'm so boring, and I'm nerdy.

 "What's your name?" I blurted out. I wasn't gonna act like I knew him already. My voice wavered as I asked.

  "Tate." He said curtly while leaning back in his chair, making no effort to pull out a piece of paper or ask me anything.  "Favorite color?" I asked as I turned my back so I could have my desk back.  

"Green." he replied. I snorted. How ironic.

 "What do you like to do in your free time?" I asked, then soon regretted it once something warm tickeled my ear. I couldn't move. I was frozen.

 "Guess." Tate huskily whispered. Shivers raked up and down my spine and my breathing was totally uneven.  C'mon Nova! Control yourself woman! Do it for the girl who's heart got shattered.  

"Coloring?" I asked in a strained voice.  Really? Coloring? A senior who colors for fun? Nice one Nova. Nice one.  I could feel his confusion as he pulled away, but let out a small chuckle.

 "I just fuckin love coloring." He said from behind. I snorted.  Likes fucking coloring. I wrote down. Some notes. And this guy was supposed to be my partner for the rest of the semester?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I got frustrated as he asked me nothing.  I swiftly turned around to face him. He had a chilled look on his face as if he didn't have a care in the world.

 "Aren't you going to ask me stuff?" I asked.  "Nah." He said as he put his hands behind his head - AND HOLLLLLLLLY GRAIL LOOK AT THOSE BYCEPS! I stared at them. Who wouldn't ok!?!  "Close your innocent mouth, you'll catch flies." Tate suddenly said.

I widened my eyes and came back to reality. Great. Suddenly the bell rang out. What?! I swear that the class was only like 3 minutes long. I packed up my stuff before hastily running out of the room, leaving Tate Greens behind.    

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