The Bad Boy BxB

Notes (3)

There was a wide smile on my face for quite a while on Monday morning. Why shouldn't I be happy? All is going right with my life. I went to a party and had a good time, and I've got some interesting dirt on Caleb that'll get me whatever I want. I wasn't planning on being too cruel, honest! I just want to have a little fun.

Speak of the devil, I found a note posted to my locker as I was walking by. I opened the card to see only a simple message: What do you want from me? I grinned at my evil thoughts and opened my locker to retrieve a pencil. I wanted to intimidate him a little. After a moment of careful planning, I wrote out my response for Caleb to see.

Caleb

When I was absolutely positive that there was no one around, I came out of my hiding place to check around the lockers for another note. I was hoping there wouldn't be one, and that I hadn't picked the wrong locker. I wasn't totally sure which one was the right one. But I guess I would either have gotten the right one or the guy who did get the note would be clueless. So, it didn't really matter if it was wrong.

But, of course, I was right. God damn it all. There was another note, and I knew it wasn't the same. It was folded differently and taped to a different place. Fuck. Looking around once more, I subtly swiped off the note and opened it. Oh, that little bitch... I hate him. His note said: I'm so glad you asked. Let's make arrangements. God only knows what he wants...

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With a heavy sigh, trying my best to ease my nervous jittering, I walked around the school building to find our meeting place as he had written. He told me to meet him at the football field in the bleachers after school to talk about whatever the hell he wants from me.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching me, I snuck around the building until I saw the field. At least this was a day that there was no sports practice... I saw the little brat sitting there out in the open, such a confident and smug look on his face. If he didn't have this kind of leverage over me, I'd wipe that shit right off him.

Aiken

After what felt like quite a long wait, Caleb finally arrived at our designated meeting spot. "There you are," I greeted with a smug smirk. I couldn't help feeling that way. I could do whatever the hell I wanted to the Caleb Walker.

"What hours do your parents work?" "Excuse me? Why the hell does that matter?" "I'll tell you in a moment." "Dad's a nurse, he works Three in the morning to three P.M. most of the time, but it changes. Mom... I don't even know her hours; she travels a lot... She won't even be home in time for my birthday next month..." There was anger in his eyes. Though, it didn't look like it was still directed at me... "I'm sorry to hear that," I said solemnly. "It doesn't matter," he grumbled.

"Let's talk business," I said, slipping the memory card out of my pocket. When he saw it, he made a grab for it, but I held my arm back behind me far enough that he couldn't reach and gave his side a tiny tickle. He snickered and withdrew his arm, before growling: "don't fucking do that." "You get this back before summer is over. I promise you that." He seriously growled at me after that and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "So you're saying you want to ruin my summer, too?" "Not the whole thing, just a few days."

"How the hell are you even going to show anyone if it's in the summer? You told me yourself you have no friends," he said. He was accusing me of lying "Have you ever been on the school's website?" I challenged. "What's that got to do with anything?" "Well, there's a link to a school-specific social media website that's gotten very popular of late." His face paled. He believed me, again. He realized that I'm smart. I plan. He's screwed.

"What do you want from me?" He asked in defeat. "Not much," I assured him, "just a little more fun. Just a few more magical times together. That's all." "Fuck you," he groaned. I could see the overwhelming look of fear and anger in his eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked with a smirk. "What?" He gasped. "No, I wouldn't... I don't... NO!" There was a deep blush on his cheeks that sent a bit of a different message, however. That was just so cute, his blush. I was going to love messing with him in the future. But until that time, I was going to love tickling the shit out of him.

4d (M) May 7