Life Next to the Bad Boy

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Ava's POV

All I could think about all day was my run in with one of the biggest bad boys this town has ever had. Since my chat with Lorenzo went a little into overtime, I was late for my first period class.

"Aveline Blake? Aveline Blake? Is there an Aveline in this cl-" Damn it, he was already taking attendance.

"I'm here! I'm right here!" It came out a little louder and a little more breathy than I would have liked, and everyone in the class turned to look at my disheveled figure standing in the doorway looking like an idiot. Who is ever late on their first day of school? Especially they're senior year? I knew this school like the back of my hand, but I couldn't put the blame on somebody I barely know. "I am so sorry Mr. Conners. This is my first time being late since my freshman year, I swear it." At this point, the whole classroom was dead silent, and attempting to hide their smiles at how lame I sounded. Yes, I am a goody two shoes as some people put it. But, that's only because they don't actually know me.

"Ms. Blake, you know our school's policy. Being an upperclassman, you should know that we do not tolerate being late to classes, no matter how good your record." This teacher was one of the biggest pains in the asses in the whole school. He was always sucking up to administration, I think he wanted a promotion, but still. Gosh, I hate this guy already.

"Please Mr. Reilly, if you could just-"

"That's enough Ms. Blake. See me after class so I can determine what to do with your tardiness. For now Ms. Blake, please take a seat." With an in-impressed monotone, Mr. Reilly waved his hand in dismissal. I just turned around, clutching my purse, facing the crowd of wide-eyed AP students. I saw a few familiar faces, but none that I entirely knew. Gosh, I wish Aiden took the same courses as me. But no, I just had to take a different AP course than him.

The 45 minutes between when I sat down in the seat in the middle row and when the bell rung was painful. Mr. Reilly quickly went over his class expectations, told us to pass in our summer work, and then went straight into notes. The worst thing of it all was that he went a mile a minute, yet he stilled droned on in his monotone voice.

"Ms. Blake, I have taken the time to review your records. I see that you are in the top of your class, which is quite a feat, but I am disappointed to say that we do not tolerate this behavior. Especially from a senior." Wow. Unbelievable. That was a load of horse crap and everyone who walked past me knew it. He just wanted to 'make an example' of somebody so he can look good for administration.

"Please Mr. Reilly. I'm in three national honors societies in this high school, never been late since my freshman year, and have never ever had a detention before. I don't even know where the room is!" I know I sounded pathetic, but it just wasn't fair. It was my first day back for cripes sake. Give us some slack.

"Exactly, those are even better reasons for you to be on time. I am sorry to say, but Ms. Blake, you have detention today afterschool." And with a wave of his hand, the conversation was over. "Oh, and Ms. Blake, I suggest you get to your next class or else you'll have two detentions to worry about." You could even hear the sick smile in that bastards voice.

Walking out with my books held tightly to my chest, I mumbled and incoherent "jokes on you because I have a free period." And if life couldn't get much better than that, I ran right into something hard once again. God, why do I keep doing this. The difference was, this time, nobody caught me and I fell right on my ass. Well, I wasn't the only one. Across from me I heard a deep groan, definitely a guy. Good to know I didn't walk into a wall or anything, that would be embarrassing on a whole new level.

"God damn it, watch where you're going next time will ya?" I was needless to say, stunned at the bluntness of this guy in front of me. Who, mind you, was already up and about dusting off his jeans. My eyes trailed up from the floor. Black converse, that's ok a lot of guys have those now. Black skinny jeans, only a few have those on today because of the heat. Black untucked muscle shirt, now I'm starting to feel uneasy. Last but now least, a black jacket with the words Paxton Boys on it. Fuck.