Bad Boy's History

Chapter 2 : I see nothing

He is unbelievable.

Why do everytime I try to be nice with someone, they end up being rude to me back. I was trying to be the nicest I could be, but he didn't even care? He could atleast approach me back, but guess what? He didn't. I know I'm less attractive than other girls, but it doesn't mean he should treat me like that.

Just incase if you're wondering what happened, here's a quick flashback when I saw him at my locker earlier.

I held out my hand and waited for him to grab it. Waiting and waiting.

Guess what? Nothing. Nada.

"Hello? Are you there?" I asked, trying to joke around eventhough I can clearly see him standing there but he's not acting like it. He turned his head to me and raised his eyebrow. That's when I noticed his blue-greyish eyes. His eyes were cold. Long lashes that cover his eyes make it look perfect.

I raised my eyebrow back at him. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his locker, arranging his stuff. "So you can't talk?" I asked again. "I saw you talking with some girls earlier."

He sighed, I saw him rolling his eyes because he get annoyed with me or something and moved his head to me again. "What do you wan't?"

Exsqueeze me?

"Um, I tried to talk to you and greeted you but you ignored me." I told firmly.

"So?"

What the heck is wrong with this guy? It's only his first day and he's already showing attitude?

"That's kind of rude to ignore people when they greet you nicely."

"When a person don't respond to you that means they don't want to talk." He told, getting back on what he's doing.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to talk, get it?" He stopped, turning to me to make it clear.

"But why?"

I'm annoying, I know.

"Because I say so." He simply answered.

"Hey, I know I'm not hot like other girls but that's not an excuse for you to treat me like this," I said. "Our lockers are next to each others anyway."

He gave me that eye roll again and close his locker then leave.

So, wasn't that rude?

I walked to my last class today while holding my books in my right arm with my bag hanging on my left shoulder. I entered the class and walked to my table, putting my books on the table and sit next to my friend, Belle.

"Hey, Scarlett." She greeted, giving a wide smile. I smiled and greeted her back.

She's a really sweet person. She used to help me a lot last year because we got many same classes and she never drag about the stuffshe helped me or asking for money. I like her, as a friend.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just texting my friend." She answered, didn't bother to look at me and staring at her phone screen.

"About the new boy?" I asked, ready to get annoyed.

"Nah, I'm not interested."

Finally.

"Oh thank God." I muttered, taking out my pencil case from my bag.

"Haha, why?" She asked, looking at me.