Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Fake

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. You know I can't be seen at school with you. I'll see you later though."

I looked down at the pavement, sad.

"Hey don't look so down. You know I don't want to do this, but it's what I have to do. There has to be a social ladder and some people have to be at the bottom."

"Yeah... I'm sorry. It was selfish of me to not think about you."

I finished my cigarette, dropping it and crushing it under my boot.

The new kid walked up to me, a frown of disapproval on his face. His hair was black and cropped short, not unlike Damon. He wore a tight black shirt with jeans and I appreciated the way his shirt hugged his lean and muscled torso. His dark eyes flashed with anger at the sight of my cigarette.

"Smoking is bad for you, you know," he said.

I laughed, waving my hand dismissively. "Giving people unsolicited advice can be very bad for your health, sometimes even fatal, you know."

"Smoking takes ten years of your life."

  "Sure, but they're the years at the end that you don't want anyway."  

"Do you even care about the fact that you'll get in trouble if someone catches you?"

"Catch me? That's funny. The lazy asses at our school couldn't catch a break if it stood in front of them and shook it's ass," I smirked.

"Would you mind shaking your ass for me, Miss Ryann?" Damon's voice asked from behind me.

"You know you have your whole life to be a jerk....so why don't you take a day off and leave me alone?" I asked bittersweetly as I turned and came face to face with Damon.

His short brown hair glinted in the sunlight and his white shirt emphasized his tanned and lean body.

He smirked, crossing his arms. "I only wanna say you were wrong about everyone in our school being lazy asses," he shrugged.

"Oh yeah you're right...I have an ass that won't quit," I said, walking past him.

His eyes widened and he chuckled. "That's not what I meant. But damn girl you aren't wrong," he said, eyeing my ass.

I raised an eyebrow in disapproval and curled my lip up.

The new guy clicked his fingers ,breaking Damon's gaze, and stared at Damon angrily. "How can you let him disrespect you like that?" he asked me.

Damon grinned and draped his arm over the new kids shoulder.

"It's not disrespecting her if she enjoys it," he said in a faraway voice.

"She doesn't enjoy it and she'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring like a pervert," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Damon laughed as the boy shoved him away. "Oh come on babe. You know you love all the attention from the bad boy."

"The only thing you're bad at is being likable."

The new kid watched our exchange and groaned, pushing past the both of us.

"That kid is so up tight. I mean what's wrong with a little flirting?" Damon said, following me as I entered the school.

"Flirting? I'd call it throwing yourself at anything that's female," I said.

"It's just you." He winked.

I rolled my eyes. "You call yourself a bad boy? More like a playboy."

"Whatever turns you on."

"Wanna know what turns me on?" I purred, leaning closer.

His grey eyes sparked with interest and he licked his lips. "Yeah."

"You...in a motel room...far away from me," I said softly.

He laughed as I pulled away and rolled my eyes. 

"Why do you have to be so cold Ryann? We could have a fun time if you just pretended to like me!"

"And ruin our fun little cat and mouse game? I wouldn't dream of it."