Learning to Trust Mr Badboy

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I was walking home from school trying to quicken my pace but having trouble with my sprained ankle when all at once I went flying. Books and papers in a puddle, me in the middle of the road and my keys down the sewer. I had hit my head blurring my vision, but I saw a fast approaching truck headed right at me. Quickly scrambling to get up I raced out if the road in the nick of time narrowly avoiding death. Call me dramatic if you want but seriously I could have been killed. I was furious who the fuck had the right to literally push me into the middle of on going traffic and just stand there, but as I looked up all anger vanished and was instantly replaced with fear as I saw Andy Black standing there smirking down at me. "Enjoyed your swim did ya?" "W-w-what?" He nodded down towards my shirt and I realized that I also, as well as my books had suffered the dreadful fate of landing in a wonderful muddy puddle. My face went beet red as I bent down to collected my stuff, but I quickly stood up as he wolf whistled, turning an even darker shade of red, if that was even possible. "Dang Girl you got a fine piece of ass on you." I glare at him and all of a sudden his face darkens. "Watch yourself bitch. You wouldn't want to get on my bad side." He says and turns around leaving. As I collect the rest of my stuff I think to myself that if him pushing me into the middle of the road and almost killing me involves being on his good side then I most definitely don't want to get on his bad side.