Who Said The Bad Boy Wouldn't Win?

Chapter 3

"Zack and you are cute..." said Sienna as she bumped shoulders with me, I rolled my eyes at her. "And he's not a total asshole!"

I chuckled under my breath as Sienna turned to go into her classroom, saying a quick goodbye. The hallway was empty, I was late for class but I was new, I had an excuse, although that excuse was a lie. I kept walking alone; at least I thought I was alone. I almost walked around the corner when I heard something.

"But...but...I love you." I heard a girl's voice quiver. I turned around to see the scene in the empty hallway.

"Bullshit you do! Prove it to me." said Jay to the girl who had tears running down her face. Heavy mascara and eyeliner tears ran down her cheeks as she let out loud, unattractive sobs.

"Okay, I will sleep with you. I'm sorry I said no before, I've just been hurt so many times and all guys usually want me for is that..." oh how gullible she was, how it reminded me of myself a while ago.

"Don't worry, babe, I love you. I won't hurt you." he said as he pulled her into a hug. To hell you won't hurt her! I stormed up to them, fuming with anger at Jay for doing this to this girl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I yelled at him, the girl backed up against the wall, completely confused.

"Valentine? What the hell? Didn't anyone tell you ears dropping isn't nice?"

"To hell with that! Fuck you!" the next thing I did was very sterotypical. I slapped him across the face and stormed off, leaving them both dumbstruck.

So that's how he must have got Sienna to sleep with him, that fucking manipulative asshole! He was angry at her one moment and then next he's all 'don't worry, I won't hurt you'. Are girls here really this blind?! Or dumb? Like come on, I can even see through all that shit and I'm not the brightest.

I walked into class in a bad mood, not listening or even processing that Harry was piling notes on my desk.

"What?" I whispered harshly to him as I pushed about twenty little pieces of ripped paper off my desk.

"Are you okay? You've been glaring at that desk for most of the lesson. What did it ever do to you?" I groaned, banging my head on my desk in the process.

"Jay." I muttered.

"He slept with you already?! Man, that boy's fast." He said a bit too loudly, causing a few people to stare at me. Really?

"SHHHH." I said to him. "And no, it was him with some other girl. It just infuriates me!" I whispered to him, looking up at him from my lying position on my desk. My head was resting on my flat arms that were crossed.

"You get used to it; it's just ugly when you walk in on him banging one of them. That just gets awkward." He said, I laughed. Harry is actually a pretty funny guy I have to admit, he seems nice. Nothing like Jay.

"And you would know this from personal experience?" I joked.

"I would like to say no...but yes." Bad images came to mind. Wow, didn't need to see that. There was also a sad tone when he said that, as well as his joking one.

"Who was it?"

"May, before we were dating I walked in on them and then a few days after I saw her crying in the hall from him dumping her. I helped her through all his shit and see that there were much better guys...like me in this case." I chucked, but imagined how hard it would be for him to see that and now date her, thinking about that when he saw her.

"Oh...I'm so sorry?" what he said ended on a joke, but it felt weird saying something else.

"Yeah, it's fine. I just like to think of it as a bad dream." He muttered.

"Um, can I ask something?"

"Sure, unless it's about how I look this unbelievably good, because that is natural."

I rolled my eyes, "Is Zack a good guy? Cause I heard that a few of Jay's friends are like him, but is Zack one?"

"He's good, trust me, a little too good sometimes...stupid bloody goodie-two shoes."

"Um, is that a yes?"

"Yeah, it is." He said laughing at my confused facial expression.

"Okay, good to know." I muttered, turning back to the front of the class.

Ugh, this is so boring. I want to die. This is hell. I'm going to–

RINGGGGGGG!

"Finally!" I huffed, picking up my books and speed walking out of the classroom.

I walked right into someone as I was in a rush.

"Watch where your– oh, it's you." Said a voice, I looked up into the eyes of Jay who was staring down at me. I tried to push past him but he grabbed hold of my upper arm.

"Excuse me." I muttered as I tried to push past him.

"Why did you do that before? You almost screwed it up for me! And really? Slapping me?"

"Because your manipulating them into it! You deserved that slap and more!"

"Look, I have needs and your acting like a jealous bitch." Jealous? Me? Of him? Wow, what is he on? And seriously, his needs? He can go fucking fuck himself, stupid horny teenage boy.

"You think I'm freaking jealous? Bloody hell, I don't like you. I never will." He yanked me inside the janitor's closet, barely giving me a moment to catch my breath. The room was dark but he quickly flicked the switch on so I could see him closing the space between us.

"Are you sure about that, darling? Even I can hear your heartbeat racing from here. Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of." I muttered, leaning closer and closer.

"Fuck off." I said, shoving at his chest to get him off me as he held me against the wall, pinning my hands over my head.

"One kiss and I won't do this again."

"No. Go fuck yourself."

"I'm just asking for one kiss, please? This is torture. Your beating me at my own game, and it's killing me." The last part was a whisper against my lips. He was so close. Too close.

"Leave me alone." I said, putting as much venom into my words as I could. I stormed out, shoving him off me. At that moment I walked past the girl I saw him talking to in the hall earlier.

I know it was bad but I was curious as she walked into the janitor's closet where I has just been. He was still in there and as she closed the door I stood outside, the hall was empty so no one could see me being a creepy stalker.

I heard a bit of talking, but I couldn't make it out. There was a bit of banging noises and then all of a sudden I heard a noise I never want to hear again.

I hear soft moans and I quickly sprinted away to my locker. Was he that bad? He couldn't control his hormones throughout the day? I mean, just...come on! It's a freaking closet! How does that not sound like 'player' to her?! How is everyone here so fucking blind?

I walked to my next class in a daze, disgusted by what just happened.

"Why are you late?" asked the teacher, looking at me from the chalk board in which he was writing on.

"I got lost. Wrong room." I muttered as I took one of the two empty seats. I honestly can't believe this is my first day here. Agh. I want this day to end already.