The Bad Boy's first Love

Chapter 2

I am a horrible writer . . .
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Grace and I go to opposite directions.  I checked my timetable and the first period was Mathematics.

That's a very good thing because not to brag but in Mathematics I am an expert.

I walk through the hallway looking for room 154.

"Room 152... 153.... There it is." I took a step in the classroom and realised that I was 6 minutes late.

Everybody was looking at me and I looked at the teacher. I've got enough staring competitions today.

"Ah you must be the new transfer student. Zoey correct?"

I nod.

"Did you get lost trying to find this classroom?"

I nod again and he softly laughed.

"Alright Zoey, My name is Mr. Clarkson. Please have a seat beside Mr. Wilson." Did he just say Wilson? As in Archer Wilson? Oh fuck.

He winked at me as I walk towards the very last table on the right side of the classroom.

.   .  . This can't be happening.

The world officially hates me.

I am sitting at the right side of the table and he was sitting on he left.

"Looks like we're stuck again." He smirked.

I just looked away trying to ignore his annoyance.

"Alright class let's have a recap for index notation." Mr Clarkson said boring the whole class out including me.

Index notation was learnt at what? Grade 9? I was expecting to learn something new. Not recapping the things that I already know and I practically perfect at.

I looked at my timetable again. The next period which starts in 48 minutes was French.

I'm not that bad at French I have never gotten an A+ but I've always gotten an A or a B so it's not that bad. .

I am sort of a straight A student even if I am a bitch, that doesn't mean I don't give a fuck about my education or my future.

My family is not poor but not that right either so I have to try to get my future set right.

"Hello? Earth to Zoey?" Archer said waving his hand in front of my face. I stopped staring into space. "You get distracted easily don't you?"

"This topic was thought in like what? Grade 9? I know index notation from the back of my hand. It'w not that hard." I said ironically

"Smartass." Archer mumbled.

"I heard that numskull. You jealous? Need help with mathematics?" I laughed.

There was an awkward silence between us after I stopped laughing.

The bell rang and I was saved from this awkward moment. THANK YOU BELL!!!

Off to French class. I went out the classroom and walked through the hallway hoping that Archer wasn't taking French.

I looked for room 265 and found it in a jiffy.

I walked in the room and found out the best thing that happened today so far.

Grace is taking French and is in the same class as me! WHOOP WHOOP!!!

I excitedly rushed towards her. She smiled as she saw me going towards her.

"HEY GRACE!! Can I seat beside you?"

She nodded.

"Grace! Guess who the teacher asked me to seat next to drink Mathematics just now! It was the absolute worst person."

"Hmmmm Kayley Anderson?" She said ... Softly?

"No! ARCHER WILSON! And who the heck is Kayley Anderson?" I said the worst person so she must have hated this girl.

"The school bitch and slut." She said looking at me with a serious face.

Before I could say anything else, the teacher came in.

"Good morning class. Today we have a transfer student who will be joining us starting from today. Please make her feel welcome."

The class groaned.

Guess they already don't like me. Well that's normal. I'm not really the type of person who gets liked. Mostly because I'm a bitch.

I do try to get friends but everyone usually just gossip about me. I don't really mind cause.. well I just don't give a damn. Yes, I'm that person who's a bitch and doesn't give a shit about anything.

I just realised. What the hell is the teacher's name? She didn't introduce herself to me.

"Psst Grace" I whisper shouted. Grace looked at me with a smile. Her smile is gorgeous. I bet she has a boyfriend. I mean like she has the looks the attitude and everything. I only met her a few hours ago and I already like her.

"What's the teacher's name? She never really introduced herself." I whispered softer.

"Oh, her name's Miss Kim. She often does forget to introduce herself. When I first met her I was too shy to ask her what her name was so I never really talked to her." She said softly laughing

"So this is usual?" I laughed

"Apparently." Grace laughed with me.

"Miss Valentine, Miss Cazzeté is there anything funny you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" All eyes were on us.

Guess we were laughing a little bit too loudly.

"Sorry Miss Kim, you didn't introduce yourself to me so I had to ask Grace." I apologized as politely as possible.

I may be a bitch and I may be mean  but I don't have to be like that to everyone.

The whole class suddenly bursted into laughter. That includes Miss Kim too.

"Sorry Zoey" she laughed.

"That's one of my bad habits that I have. It's hard to get rid off." She continued laughing.

I like this teacher. Most teachers would have said "Is that really funny?" A.k.a THE UNREASONABLE TYPE IF TEACHER!

We continued with lessons. Miss Kim thought us how to pronounce French words correctly like "bonjour" and "Monsieur"

Half of the class still couldn't get it right and I was one of them.

Seriously. Why is French so hard.
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Bye never coming back.