That Asshole that's Always in my English Class

Chapter 1: That Asshole Using my Car as a Side Table

Authors Note:

Hi! My name's Lillie! This is my first story being posted on Wattpad but most definitely isn't my first story. It's a little rough but I really hope you like it! This first chapter is just a small intro but it'll pick up I promise!

Happy Reading :)

Rose:

I’m not exactly proud of my social standing, but I’ve learned to care a little less as I enter my senior year at Howard High. I walk through the large entrance wearing my typical band shirt, black hoodie, yoga pants, and black vans. I had my black rectangle frames resting on my olive face and my hair in its basic long black ponytail. I also have a lot of black eyeliner on. I’m a bit of a punk nerd. I watch as my schools cliques come together in their natural habitat. Cliques I’ve never belonged to. Not like I really wanted to anymore. A year ago? Most definitely, but at this point in my life I couldn’t care less. I just want to leave high school on high honor roll and all in once piece.

I walked to my locker and heard the same thing I heard everyday last year, and I assume this year. Jenna Neilson making out with her most recent toy. She’s the senior class whore, she even calls herself a whore, but gets pissed off when someone else calls her it. Hypocrisy at its finest.

I look over just for a second to see the most recent victim and spot Dean Harvey, who’s the school’s very own bad boy, and that asshole that’s always in my english class.

“What are you looking at?” I hear Jenna snarl at me.

I scoff a little before I shake my head and open my locker, not even bothering to answer. I grab my biology book and make my way to class. I can feel Jenna’s eyes on me. That happens basically every day so I’m practically immune to it. I sit in my seat right in the back like I always do. I don’t have too many friends. I have one actually, and it’s my sister so she doesn’t count. Dean walks over, gives me a small look, and sits down next to me without any other acknowledgement.

Each year I have at least 1 class with Dean Harvey, typically english. This year I have AP Biology and AP English with him. To think the bad boy would be smart. He doesn’t try in class at all, but still manages to pass. I have never spoken to him, never really made too much eye contact with him really, but I’ve always wondered about him. We went through class like normal, my teacher continued to look at me when no one would answer the question, forcing me to answer, and others to laugh. I ignore it, they don’t mean anything to me.

I always wondered about people. I found myself curious about why they looked sad or extremely happy. Why they didn’t get sleep the night before, or why they looked extra nice that day. I always found myself wondering about him. I never knew why but he always intrigued me. He seemed too cliche to be real.

I walked out of school a little bit early like I usually do to sit in my car and wait for the bell to ring when I see someone getting punched by two other guys on the side of the building. Quietly I put my shit in my car and walk over to where they were. Swiftly I elbow the guy to my right in the ear, then kick the other guy in the small of his back with my heel. When the guy I elbowed turned to me I kick him in the balls with my instep. The other guy looks at me. “Give me your worst.” I say with a glare and a smirk. He grabs his friend who was holding his junk in pain and left. I grab the kid and helped him up. He looked like maybe a junior. He wiped the blood from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Thanks.” He says with a slight side smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugs, “My moms a nurse.” He smiles then walks over to the doors and went back inside.

I walk back to my car and there’s someone leaning against it, shuffling through a bag. I get closer and realize it’s Dean. He pulls out a small key and walks over to the old motorcycle parked next to my wrangler instead of the typical Honda Civic. I walk over, grab the bag, and drop it right at his feet. It makes a loud ping as I step into my car and open the windows. The roof is already off given it’s April and 70 degrees out.

“Hey what the fuck? I have fragile stuff in there.” He yells.

“Well gee, don’t I care so much.” I say sarcastically looking over at him. He looks stunned.

“What’s your problem?” He asks stepping forward.

“My problem is you using my car as a side table.” I quickly look away and pull my hair out of its ponytail while replacing my glasses with my sunglasses. I look over and he picked up the bag smirking at me. I just shook my head and backed out of my spot and pulled out of the parking lot. I knew I’d get in trouble for leaving early instead of just waiting in my car, but I couldn’t wait with him there, I needed to make a dramatic exit and judging by the look on his face I’d say I succeeded. I just hope I don’t bump into him later. I usually see him walking around our block when I take my dogs out for a walk, but he’s never noticed me before.