Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Dumbass

Everyone fell silent as the boys glanced over the crowd, searching for whoever had spoken.

"Why'd you guys stop?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Didn't you hear that?" Damon asked.

"It sounded like someone called me a slut. What about it?" I laughed.

"It sounded like a guy said it. So why doesn't he own up so we show him how nice he was," Hunter said, cracking his knuckles.

"It was him. What does it matter?" I asked, turning to them and pointing to a jock.

His green eyes flashed with anger and he stepped away from his friends.

"You got a problem with it?" he hissed.

His short hair and green eyes told me he was Ethan.

Alias: Mister Rich.

I raised an eyebrow. "Me? I'm fine with it. Those two seem to have a problem though. Dunno why. All you did was show you're still a virgin who can't get a girl to sleep with him and that you're bitter about it," I shrugged.

He growled and took a step towards me, which immediately caused the boys to be hostile. They stepped in front of me, glaring at the jock.

"Say that again bitch," he snarled.

"Step anywhere near her and you won't see tomorrow," Hunter snarled.

Ethan raised an eyebrow laughing. "Two against one? Hardly fair if you asked me," he said.

"You should  be flattered actually. It means they think that you can't get your ass whipped by a girl when we both know that's exactly what's going to happen," I said, putting my hands on both the boys shoulders.

They stared at me in surprise as I sashayed past them, until I stood directly in front of Ethan.

"You're playing a dangerous game slut," he said through gritted teeth.

"Dangerous game? No. A dangerous game is letting you be a douchebag to everyone. It might give you the wrong idea and let you think that you actually mean something in the world. News flash dumbass: you don't. All that money daddy gave you? That's what matters. Not you," I said, playing my hands on my hips.

"I control that money."

"Wow. So what?"

"It means I can buy you. Name your price babe. I want you moaning under me and I'm willing to pay anything," he said, his demeanor suddenly changing.

"Anything?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Ryann! You can't seriously be willing to sleep with a guy if he pays you!" Damon protested.

"Shut up Damon," I said, taking a step towards Ethan.

He smirked at me in amusement. "I knew I could buy you. Sluts are always looking for money. And you're just another slut," he said, putting his hands on my hips.

"Wrong," I whispered.

He barely had time to widen his eyes before my fist smashed into his nose.

He stumbled back and Damon laughed, Hunter watching in shock.

"Damn Ethan. Looks like your slut likes to play rough," Damon laughed, draping his arm over my shoulder.

"Try growing a pair of balls. You're gonna need it if you want to get anywhere in life. That whole waving money at a girl because shes unobtainable? Try it on an idiot. Or a guy," I smirked,"Cause at the rate you're going, you're going to have to go gay."

Ethan held his boss, glaring at me.

"Oh! And I'm not a slut. The correct term is 'the best fucking girl you've ever seen'. Remember that," I said, giving him the finger and walking past him.

"Watch your back," he growled,"All if you!"

"Try something original! That threat is cliche and frankly it's boring," I said.

Hunter shook his head, following us.

"You're dangerous when you want to be," he muttered.

Damon laughed and I shrugged.

"What can I say? I just know how to handle jackasses," I said.

"God why do you have to be such a crybaby?"

"Now lets go. Class starts in five minutes and although that little scene was fun, I don't want detention again," I said, opening the class door.

Damon sighed in frustration and Hunter sighed in relief.

I laughed, the boys so different.

So perfect.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to comment and vote! Sorry if the chapters are so short but ok I'm the middle of exams so please be patient! Love you guys!