Bad Behavior

Chapter 2

Malaysia in M/M

Vanessa POV

I walked into my ten o'clock class and took the first seat closest to the front of the classroom. I watched as the classroom started to fill up with other students, off campus and on.

I pushed my glasses up on my face since they kept sliding down. See, that's the main reason I use my contacts more. They ran out so I'm stuck with my glasses until I get a chance to order some more. I sighed to myself and pulled out my empty notebook. It was itching to be used this year.

It's just the first day but I need all the notes and facts I could get. I currently major in film production and film acting. My parents used to tell me that I was such a character! Mama said I had a way with words and my eyes would get me anywhere I wanted in life. They told me to make something of myself and this is what I want to do.

As long as I put my mind into it, I can accomplish anything. I don't know where my parents are but hopefully they see my name on the big screen and possibly come looking for me. That's if they even care about me, which I'm positive they probably don't. Whatever!

I paid attention to the professor until it was time for my next class. This class is theater, which lasts three hours.

"I am professor Dolce, your prof. for the semester. We're all mature adults here, no need to have to enforce rules and regulations more than needed. Let's get started..."The professor went over all types of crap. Most of the year, we'd be in the classroom anyway.

"Aye,"Somebody to the left of me whispered. I looked to the side to see a guy staring right back at me. I raised my eyebrows. "You gotta pencil?" He asked.

I nodded and fished through my pencil bag to give him the last green led 0.9 pencil.

"Don't bother me again."I whispered, turning my attention back to the board.

The rest of the day went by quicker than expected, before I knew it, I was leaving my last class. "Hey um, here's your pencil back."The guy from earlier spoke, handing it to me. "Keep it,"I replied.

I handed it back to him which made him smile. "I'm Markus."

"Va-Dream! I'm Dream."I mentally kicked myself for almost blowing my cover. Tam said she didn't want anyone to know my real name so I came up with "Dream" when I was younger.

"That's a beautiful name."

"I know, I picked it out myself."I giggled but stopped myself when he scrunched up his face. "I mean, my mom picked it out. She had a dream of herself pregnant, I was unplanned."I lied.

He chuckled. "Most people I know were unplanned so I understand."

"Yeah..."

"Markus, baby, where have you been?"Someone screamed. The girl hugged Markus, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Dream, this is my girlfriend, Malaysia. Malaysia, this is Dream."Markus introduced us. She stuck her hand out but I refused. "They spread germs."I said.

She took her hand back. "Hurry Markus or we'll be late for our date."Malaysia whined. Phew! I'm glad she said that because I don't have any more time to chit chat.

I really just want to go home and get on my PS4.

"Yeah, I have to go to."I replied. "Okay, I'll catch you tomorrow?"He asked.

I nodded and continued my walk away from Markus and Malaysia, outside to my Ferrari. When I found it, a group of guys were crowded around it, leaning on the hood and taking pictures up against it.

"Great, now I have to go to the car wash."I mumbled to myself as I pushed through the crowd.

"Get your dirty body off of my car."I yanked the guy off of the hood and started to open the door. "Chill ma, we jus' coolin'."The guy said, sitting back on the hood.

"Go cool somewhere else, nigga."I snapped, punching his face. I never did take too kindly to people not listening to me so it often leaded to harmful measures. Tam says I'm too rough and handsy with people, she thinks I get that from mama but if that's what it takes for people to listen then so be it.

"Aye bitch! Don't put your hands on my man."Some chick emerged from the crowd.

"Or what?"

"I'll fight you."

I laughed. "Girl bye, this isn't high school. Get your dirty nigga off my car before I run over all of you."I threatened.

"Try me!"She screamed causing an uproar in the crowd. I rolled my eyes.

"Bitch you ain't gon' do shit to me."I got in my car, pulled the door closed and locked it. I started the car and pressed on the gas, making most of them move but some were bold enough to stand in the way.

I drove up close to one, preparing to run the girl over. Yep, I'm reckless as fuck and none of these boys or bitches scare me. Fuck them! The girl barely moved, the most I ran over was her foot.

I sped off and merged into the street, bumping Travis Scott's Bebes In The Trap.

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"How was your first day?"Tam asked when I plopped down on the kitchen island. "Fine,"I replied as I Peppa clawed at my legs wanting me to pick her up.

"Just fine? Did you meet any new people?"

"Uh, sure I did."I picked Peppa up, positioning her on my upper area as she licked me. "You getting too big mamas, I won't be able to pick you up soon."I giggled as she got comfortable on my chest.

"What are they like? They friends?"She continued to question me but I wasn't really listening.

"No, ion know 'em to call em friends. Did you feed my baby?"

"I tried but you know that girl eats when she wants. You spoil her so much to where I have to actually hold it in my hand for her to eat."

"Nah, ion do that for her. Peppa be playin' you Ma-Tam."I quickly corrected myself before she noticed what I just said.

Sometimes I slip up and call her that on accident. It happened once back when I was ten and vulnerable. It only happens when I'm thinking about my parents. I sighed and pushed the thought to the back of my head. "Wash your hands and eat your lunch."She told me.

I put Peppa down and did what she said. Later that day, I found myself in my room doing absolutely nothing. "Maybe Tam was right. Maybe I should make some friends."I whispered to the dog.

C. Baby