I peered into the mirror, fixing my hair.
The stall door behind me opened suddenly and a very flustered girl came out. Her eyes widened as she saw me and I smirked.
Her name was Clarissa and she was the coach's daughter.
Alias: The good girl, little miss perfect.
"Oh uh Ryann...how are you-um-"
She stopped flustering and scampered out the door.
My eyes wandered back to the mirror, to the reflection of the boy in the stall behind me.
"Seriously? The coach's daughter? Is she that good?" I asked fixing my hair.
"She's not that good, no. But I need entertainment and the inexperienced ones are always fun," he shrugged, smirking at me. He sat on the toilet, his legs spread and his hair ruffled.
"They are? That's something only you would know," I replied, digging in my bag for lipstick.
I found it and started applying it.
"You know all you have to do is say the word and you''l be the flustered girl in this stall," he said, leaning back causally.
"Hon, I'll never be flustered. Especially if its with you in a bathroom stall," I replied, smacking my lips and putting my lipstick away.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he stood up and headed towards me. His eyes wondered over me and he licked his lips as he stood behind me.
He stood a few inches over me and grinned down with something close to lust.
"You sure about that babe?" he asked.
I smiled, turning back to him and leaning against the counter.
"I'm positvie about that. And if I were you, I'd watch your back. Little Miss Perfect over there might just tattle on you if you dump her after sleeping with her," I smirked.
He grinned back at me, crossing his arms. "She wouldn't dare."
"A girl with a broken heart does lots of things she wouldn't usually."
He watched me speechless, the smirked, leaning closer. "You sound as if you speak from experince."
I laughed,grinning at him. "Oh please. That's seriously how you're playing it?"
He followed me as I opened the door, walking towards my locker.
"Whaddya mean by that?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"I know what you're trying to do. You make as if to sympathize with me and then I'll get all emotional and you'll- somehow - persuade me to sleep with you to get back at the guy who 'broke' my heart," I put 'broke' in air quotes and entered my combination, opening my locker.
Damon laughed, leaning against the locker next to mine. "You know all the tricks of the trade, don'tcha?"
I smirked at him, putting my books away. "I know more tricks than you'll ever know."
"Ah Ryann. That is where you're wrong," He grinned, tapping the side of his nose.
"Uh-hm."
I shut my locker, walking towards the exit.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"That depends on when Damon. When I die...well let's face it I'm headed for hell," I sang.
"I meant right now," he grinned, walking alongside me.
"Upset because I'm not hanging off your every word?" I asked, looking at him smugly.
He grinned right back at me, standing before the door and blocking my pathway.
"What are you doing?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
He leaned closer,his eyes sparkling dangerously. "You're not leaving until you kiss me," he said simply.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Ryann. Now be a good girl and give me a kiss," He smirked, leaning against the door.
"Good girl?" I asked softly, leaning closer to him.
His eyes widened with amusement and he smirked as I stopped inches from his face.
"I already told you, I'm the baddest girl you'll ever meet," I said, my hand snaking to the door handle behind him.
He had a second to look confused before the door behind him opened and he spilled on the ground.
The only downside? His feet caught mine and I tumbled down, spilling on top of him.
We stared at each other with wide eyes before he smirked, putting his hands on my waist. "Maybe I can get more than a kiss," he said.
"Dream on Douche boy," I said, throwing his hands off and standing up.
I dusted myself off as he stood up, laughing.
"Douche boy? That's what you're gonna call me?" he asked, grabbing the helmet off a motorbike sitting on the sidewalk.
I grinned at the motorbike, admiring it's sleek shape.
"Would you prefer playboy?" I asked, turning away from him.
"I'd prefer your boyfriend."
"Ooooo. Smooth. But not smooth enough."
I laughed as I walked away, and he chuckled, slipping his helmet on as he slid onto his bike.
"See you tommorrow babe," he said.
"See you tomorrow Mister Bad Boy Douchebag," I laughed.
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Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his a...
