Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Stalker

I felt a tap on my shoulder and ignored it.

"Psst. Ryann."

I shut my eyes tighter, burying my head further into my arms.

"Ryann, wake up. Schools finished."

"Don't care," I groaned.

"You need to get up. Class ended an hour ago."

"If you don't shut up, your life will end in an hour."

"You let Damon disrespect you with no problem but as soon as I try and warn about getting locked in school you threaten my life? Your attitude confuses me."

"And your persistence annoys me," I replied, looking up and glaring at the boy who stood before me.

His dark eyes stared at me blankly and my eyes widened, his expression so familiar yet so different.

"She's not a friend of yours ,is she?"

"Who, Ryann? Why would I be friends with that freak?"

"It's just Matt said he saw you guys talking before school and-"

"Me? Talking to her? Must be some mistake. I knew her in grade school but then I got common sense. There's no way I'd hang out with someone that low on the social ladder."

His eyes met mine and I felt ashamed.

'Don't be selfish. He's doing this for both of us,' I thought, my eyes darting to the ground.

"Oh. Yeah. I suppose it was stupid of me to think that Matt was telling the truth. I mean who'd hang out with her?"

"Well I just thought I'd tell you. If you get locked in here, you'll be in a pretty bad mood tomorrow and judging from what I've heard, that's the last thing I'd want," he said, stepping back.

"Whatever pretty boy. Thanks for the help, but once again I didn't need it. I can handle myself," I said, picking up my bag and heading towards my locker.

"What? No snappy comebacks? No sharp words?" he asked, following me.

"Your lips keep moving but all I hear is 'Blah, blah, blah'," I sang, unlocking my locker.

"That's the best you've got?"

"I'm sorry I didn't get that - I don't speak idiot."

He laughed softly, leaning against the lockers as I stuffed books into my locker.

"You've lived up to your reputation. The sharp tongue, bad attitude and almost stylish clothing proves it. Although I'm not quite seeing the freak part that Ashley chick was talking about," he said.

I stopped, slightly angry that he had heard rumours about me already.

He watched me with a frown, as if recognizing my anger.

I sighed quietly, then shut my locker, smirking at him. "I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid and believed everything I heard," I smirked.

His eyes widened and he watched me with sad eyes.

"Why do you let Damon disrespect you? He treats you as if you are just a common slave, something with which he can do as he pleases."

"Why do you care so much? I don't even know your name and judging from the way you're acting, I think you're a stalker and that makes me not want to know your name."

I stalked towards the front door and he followed me. 

I turned abruptly, and he stopped, looking at me in shock.

"A word of advice pretty boy: stay away from me. I'm the last person you wanna be seen with at this hellhole. It might give people the wrong idea,"  said.

"Wrong idea?"

"They'll think we're friends."

"There's something wrong with that?"

"Yeah. I don't wanna be associated with you. Like ever."

He laughed, handing me my math book. "Well Ryann, I'll stay away from you. I just wanted to return this. You dropped it. Oh and Hunter."

I took the math book, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hunter?"

"It's my name. Just thought you'd wanna know your 'stalkers' name," he said, putting the word 'stalker' in air quotes.

I laughed. 

"Maybe you're alright Hunter. Maybe you're alright."

Hey guys so I'm publishing this story very quickly for some reason and I hope you're all enjoying it! I'll be updating everyday, but the schedule for Bite Me stays once a week( I'm lazy. Don't judge) Don't forget to comment and vote!