The Bad Boys Little Tomboy

Chapter 9

Quote:
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive."

Chapter 9
Andrea's pov

For the past two weeks, well ever since Zach's moved in next door, my mum has practically forced me to ride with him to school.

When my mum asked him if he wouldn't mind dropping me off to school and picking me up everyday I could see the smirk on his face.

He probably thought that I was the one who wanted to ride with him and that I had asked my mum to ask him, which is completely not true.

Anyways, I'm in school right now rummaging through my locker trying to find my algebra folder.

"Hey girl." Mia scares me from behind making me bang my head on the locker.

"Ow. That hurt." I whine.

"Sorry Andy." She apologises.

"No problemo." I shoot back.

"Anyways, I was thinking there's a party tonight at Ethan's and I was wondering...." I cut her off before she could finish the sentence.

"No No No, I know where this conversation headed towards. I'll say no, you'll beg and eventually I'll give in. Well it's not going to work this time" I tell her.

"Please Andy, come on, where's the old Andy who loves going parties and having fun?" Mia says.

"That Andy is long gone and you know why." I tell her.

"Fine ok , I won't bring it up, but the party?" She pleads one final time with her puppy eyes.

"Sure, we can go to the party, but I am most definately not wearing a dress and you won't force me to. Got it?" I give in to her persuasion.

"Thank you,thank you,thank you, I love you Andy." She replies.

"I know you do" I say as the ball rang and Mia started to head to her class.

Since I didn't find my Algebra book I thought why not bunk?

I began to make my way to the music room when I bumped into Zach.

Me and Zach don't exactly have a friendly relationship nor do we despise each other so much that we want to kill each other.

I guess you could call us frenemies.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asks me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Shouldn't you be in class too?" I ask.

"I don't really like algebra. What's your excuse?" He asks once again.

"I don't either." I say as I tried to get past him but he blocked me.

I tried countless amounts of times to get past him but I failed until he threw me over his shoulder.

"I'm not putting you down until you tell me where you were going" he threatens.