My Bad Boy

"Anna if you don't wake up right now I'll ground you until you're 53!!!!!" I heard my mum shout from downstairs.

I looked at my phone and saw the time 7:46!

"Shit!" I exclaimed jumping out of bed and tugging off my pyjamas. I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and my white school shirt and tie.

Grabbing my bag I ran downstairs forcing my messy blonde hair into a ponytail.

Without bothering with breakfast I left the house and sprinted to Amber's car.

"There you are, I've been waiting for half an hour!!" she said handing me a brush, "No offense babe, but you look a mess. Harry's not gonna be impressed by the way you've slipped...."

I'd broken up with Harry at the end of year 10 after Amber caught him cheating with Brooke Taylor, the schools slut. Ambers convinced I was in love with him though.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not into Harry." I moaned as we pulled into the schools carpark.

As we got out of the car I felt all eyes on me as people shot me sympathetic looks. Harry and I were the school's power couple. It was all:

Savannah and Harry. Harry and Savannah. They're so right for each other. It's fate those two, fate. Ugh.

And then along came Brooke to ruin everything. The last time I saw him I'd slapped both of them and dumped him viciously. Tears were stinging my eyes as the memory burned in my mind.

Then there it was. Them. I walked into form to see them snogging one another amongst the crowds of reuniting friends. Harry paused as I walked past and I could sense him wanting to say something.

Not wanting him to I sped up and he continued to stick his tongue down her throat.

"Baby..." I heard my best friend Dylan say and pull me into a hug as a silent tear rolled down my cheek.

First two periods flew by as quickly as I'd hoped. At break I decided to go to the toilets and clean up.

I applied foundation and a little mascara and eyeliner but left it at that. As I brushed my hair I heard two year 9s gossiping.

"Have you seen the new guy in year 11? He is soo fit!!" one said. My ears pricked up. New guy? 

I made a mental note to speak to Dylan and left, once again looking my normal pretty self.

The bell rang indicating 3rd period. Science. I walked in to see all the girls in our class crowded around one table giggling and squeaking in pathetic attempt to flirt.

"What's going on?" I asked and sat next to Dylan. A thought darted into my mind. New guy.

"Some prick's first day...No biggy." he murmered irritation in his voice.

Normally it was everyone like that for Dylan. Every girl fancied him. Not me though, he was extremely attractive but we were too good friends for me to fancy him. He scowled at the crowded desk.

"Is somebody jealous?" I said teasingly. Dylan just turned away and pouted. I burst out laughing.

Mr. Hobson walked in and cleared his throat reigning silence on the class.

"Right. There will be a new seating plan this year an-" he started. complaints filled the room. "let's get started. Dylan and Skye, there." He went through a list. until half the class was seated.

"..... Harry and Brooke, there... Savannah and Danny, there." he gestured to the seat next to the new boy and envious moans and sighs filled the room.

I studied his face. His sexy, masculine and arrogant face. I could see what the big deal was, he wore his tie loose untucked from his black jeans, his shirt was tight and showed off his abs and muscular chest.

The teacher looked at me confused. I was still hovering at the back of the room.

"Is there a problem, Miss Mitchell?" he said frowning. I shook my head and slowly walked to my seat.

Right. Okay. He's attractive. I get it. But he's arrogant. Thinks he's God's gift to humanity.

"I guess we're partners. This is gonna be fun." he breathed into my ear. His warm minty breath against my neck. His voice was low and growly with a sexy mischevious tone to his voice.

I nodded.