Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter12: Flames

Hanna's pov:

My ears dance with the chirps of birds. A soft breeze hits my skin gently. My eyes start to open to be surprised with the bright shine from the window. I squint my eyes trying to focus on the clock that is hung on the wall. My eyes widen.

"Shittt!!!", I hiss with my morning horrible voice. The clock read 7:23. School starts at 7:30.

We are fucked up!

I feel a heavy arm on my waist. I turn to see Bryan's soft lips apart snoring lightly. I push his hand harshly and he groans.

"Wake upppp!", I shout, grab a cushion from the couch, and throw it at Liam who had one of his legs on me a second before.

"The heck", he huff as the cushion hits his head.

"It is 7:25, if you don't want to stay after school with a freaking teacher, wake upp", I shout.

With the mention of detention they all are wide awake like owls but in the morning.

The guys, girls and me are distributed to bathrooms because come on! this house is really big so why using a bathroom with someone outside banging and asking "what are you doing in there???"

We have no breakfast, I just fetch an apple. With that we all leave, more like have a running marathon to Liam's Mercedes. We pile inside the vehicle. My left thigh rests on Bryan's lap, and he smirks a stupid smirk.

Once we arrive to the school, my sight gets blocked by the huge number of people surrounding it with firemen.

"Oh My God!", Jasmin mutters under her breath. We all exit the car.

I walk closer to the crowd and tap the girl in front of me on her shoulder. She turns around giving me her full attention.

"What happened here??", I ask the girl whom I recognize as one of the nerds.

"Haha, someone sat the school on fire and the firealarms were out of orders", she throws fists in the air before squealing joyfully "yaaay", then she walked off.

Wow even nerds hate school!

So,does that mean that we have at least one week off? Well, duh Sherlock!

Wait I'm gonna make a little mental celebration.

Oh yeah, oh yeah the school is on fire ... Oh yeah, oh yeah goodbye teachers....
Oh yeah, oh yeah goodbye homework...

My little celebration lasts once the voice of the principal rings in my ears.

"Attention please", he says with his old voice. I look beside me but my friends are nowhere to be seen.

I tiptoe to see the principal who was in the center of the crowd, but my vision can't spot the short lad.

"Thank God that firemen controlled the fire, but unfortunately school will be off for two weeks to repair the damage ", the principal continues. The crowd cheers as the principal finishes his speech.

The next thing I know, I was knocked down to the ground with a thud. I land on my bum which I think will be numb because of the impact.

"Oh, so sorry ", whoever knocks me down apologizes, and offers me their hand. I take his hand, and stand up. The black shiny eyes that stars are jealous of, the black hair that shows more mystery than the black hole, they all belong to none other than Nash Stewart. The second most fuckboy in the school. If you are wondering who is the first most fuckboy, I will be pleased to announce that it is BRYAAAN.

"It's okay", I replied.

"Oh, what is your name sweeti?", he asks with flirtatious tone.

As I open my mouth to answer, an arm pulls me behind.

"It is none of your business, Nash", Bryan says with anger and jealousy?!!

"Hey, dude, is she your girlfriend?"

"Yes","No" me and Bryan reply at the same time. I say 'no' and Bryan says 'yes'

What the heck is wrong with him?! I don't want to be a woman with a hundred cats all named Gumball because I really like Gumball.

"No, I'm not his girlfriend ", I step forward till I am at the same line as Bryan. "We're just friends "

Nash smirks and takes my hand into his, planting a soft kiss between my knuckles.

"Don't ya dare touch her!", Bryan snaps.

"Hey chill buddy, I just wanna invite some sweets to my party tomorrow ", he says and winks at me making my cheeks heat up with a blush. "You can come too, Bryboo ,you and your minions even little Jazzie ", I try hard to halt my chuckle at the nickname, but fail, and instead my chuckle gets out as muffled voices.

"No, thanks, no one is coming ", Bryboo scoffs angrily.

I look at him in disbelief.

Why does he want to kill every chance I get to date!!

I shoot Bryan a death glare.

"Thanks, it would be a pleasure ", I say sweetly.

"So, you coming?" ,Nash asks, and I just nod. He gets a pen out of his pocket, takes my hand again, and scribbles what I assume adress and phone number on my palm. When he finishes whatever he was doing, he closes my hand and kisses my knuckles again.

"See you tomorrow ", he winks then goes his separate way.

I turn to look at Bryboo ,and by the look on his face ,I can tell that he is as angry as I am. His eyes are letting out more flames than the school did before.

"What the heck is wrong with you? ", I yelled.

"I should be the one who asks this", he says incredulously. "Do you fucking know who is that ,huh, Hanna?", he says through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes.

"I know and I don't care ", with that I gave him my back and went away.

Good job ,Hanna... moahaha
You made him jealous.

If love is a game then I will be the winner.