The Bad Girl Wears Pink ☑️

Chapter Twenty Two

"You're late," Oswald scolds once the Beetle entered the schools parking lot and I got out.

I scowled at that since I was pretty early if you asked me. There was still sixty seconds to go before the first set of chimes.

"Be grateful I'm here, I almost didn't turn up," I mutter.

"Honestly Cece, do you hate school that much or do you just like being a rebel?" He chides.

I flashed him a mocking grin and he frowned.

"At least I'm here that's one step in the right direction isn't it?"

"Unfortunately it is," Ossey agrees and threw his arm over my shoulder.

Dozens if not, several hundred students flocked to the schools entrance. Ossey was wearing an orange pullover hoodie, jeans and sneakers, which matched with what I was wearing, except I was donned in full black. I had had half a mind to turn the Beetle around and skip school once I realised I was five minutes late. Even after sleeping through half of yesterday I still overslept this morning. After our brief visit to the park we crashed at one of Ossey's friends house playing beer pong and eating hot wings then watching bad action films from the eighties. Oddly enough his friends reminded me a bit of Adam and Brett and the three stooges, Blade, Luka and Jude.

"I skipped breakfast because I was running late," I inform him,"now I regret it. It would have saved me from having to buy breakfast in the cafeteria."

Ossey frowned slightly, "the first meal is the most important meal of the day, do you want to go grab something to eat?"

I scrunched up my nose a bit and thought about it before I responded.

"I think I can make it to lunch before I die of hunger."

"Are you sure?" He inquires.

"Yeah."

"Really, really sure? Those sandwiches do taste awfully good," he goads.

I snickered.

"I've made my decision Ossey."

"Alright Cece," Ossey says and escorted me down the corridor to the Art room.

"Here you go Cece," He announces as we stopped outside the door.

"When are you going to stop calling me that?" I ask grimacing.

"It has a ring to it you have to admit," Ossey grins.

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does," he disagrees, "Cece Nolan, cool right?"

"Secret Nolan is better," I expostulate.

"Fine, but you have to admit Cece sounds badass."

"No it doesn't," I scoff, "It just makes me sound as if I don't know the alphabet."

Ossey frowned at my remark.

"Do you have to dislike every single good thing that this earth has to offer?"

"Just some," I reveal with a wink and backed into the room.

Ossey rolled his eyes then combed his fingers through his curly hair. I snickered and he cracked a half smile before turning away and headed to his class. Only half of the class had arrived so far. The teacher, Charlotte Charles was fashionably late again from the looks of it. I found the seat empty, that I had sat in the first class. The guy sitting next to me was busy drawing comics in a book and he looked up when I sat and gave me a half nod and I returned the gesture. Hailey hadn't arrived and I silently prayed that she wouldn't show up. Char came strutting into the class only moments later as if she was on a runway and you'd think she was. Conspicuous as she was, decorated in a leopard print jacket and skirt ensemble with a white tank top paired with blood red stilletoes and brightly painted red lips. She looked like something right out of an abstract painting or out of a 90's sitcom.