Possession of a bad boy

🔥Chapter Two🔥

Chapter two- Just another bad boy?

*poke* *poke* *poke*

"What!?!?" I snap turning to face a very annoying, very persistent Tyler Richardson. "Hello to you too" he replies calmly. "What do you want?!?!" I ask impatiently.

Mrs Jacobs, my maths teacher, decided to sit me at the worst place in the entire classroom,  next to Tyler. I would rather face the whole class and do a funny dance every five minutes then sit here.

"I never introduced myself properly" he says looking me with an honest look in his eyes. I sighed, implying for him to move on. "I'm Tyler Richardson. The sch-" I cut him off "The school player?" I ask instantly knowing the answer. Raven had told me a lot about him explaining his history given that she has known him for 12 years.

Two words to represent Tyler Richardson. A player. Well according to Raven and Zoey anyway.

He smirks "not necessarily" and I look at him with complete curiosity. "I'm the school's bad boy" he replies smugly. "What's the difference" I scoff. "A bad boy just...I dunno flirts and just messes around all the time. A player plays around with girls, make them think they are wanted and then screw them over" he replies and I sigh, turning to face the board again.

"So newbie, what's your name?" Tyler asks. "Ana" I reply not taking my eyes off of the board. "I know that, Zoey told me but what's your full name?" He asks. This guy does not give up easily. "Anastasia May Smith" I reply as my smile dissappears off of my face. "Thats a nice name" he says before looking at me. His smirk dissappears and he looks at me confusingly. "Ana what's wrong?" he asks. "Oh I hate my full name" I reply shrugging my shoulders.

Finally Maths ended and I couldn't get out of the classroom faster. Pacing down the corridor, not a clue where I am going, I finally approach my locker. The only things in there at the moment are a few books, my coat and a note. Wait, a note. From who?

Opening the note and reading the words written in black ink, almost like a spider had dipped his legs in ink and ran across the page.

Anastasia
Welcome to this hell hole. I know it sounds cliché, a note in your locker ,not the best way to tell you this but you seem to be completely uninterested when I try to talk to you in person. Anyway to the point, Ana you seem really sweet and you are REALLY pretty. I don't think I have ever said that to be honest but hey ho its true. Anyway I really hope we can hang out sometime. I will be at the mall with a couple of mates on Friday. Meet me? This is my number, call me?
Tyler

Folding the note and shoving it in to my pocket, questions start to fill my mind. Is this guy serious? Is he just messing with me because I'm new?

After wondering the corridors for a solid 5 minutes, I find my way outside to see Raven and Lyla sat on a bench waving at me. I begin to make my way over to them, when I am stopped by a very good looking Tyler Richardson standing in my way.

"Hey Ana, did you get my note?" He asks looking down at me. Danm he is tall. At least 6"1. "Yep, thanks and I'll call you, maybe" I reply getting quieter towards the end of the sentence. He winks and walks away leaving me stood there with an obvious blush painted on my face.

I reach the girls and sit down opposite Raven. I can't help but drift off with my thoughts on...Tyler. No, I can't think about him. Bad boys aren't my type. End. Of. Story.

"Girl you okay?" Raven snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Yep, just thinking." I reply popping the 'p' and half-smiling. "About...?" Raven asks and I hand her the note I found less than ten minutes ago.