Bad On Another Level

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Great. The guy that I had a crush on turned out to be not only the dude who took my number one spot, but also a murderer.

Isn't life just full of surprises?

However, if he was a murderer, then why wasn't he in jail?

That, and many other things about him, were what I wondered for the rest of the day. Before I knew it, it was hometime.

I was walking out of the school grounds, still thinking about him.

Damn! He had the brains and the looks, and he turned out to be some sort of criminal. I can't believe I fell for someone like that!

What was insane, was that I still pathetically liked him.

My heart ached as I reminisced his gorgeous smile, his angellic laugh and just the way he made me feel when I was with him. He just seemed like a cool, collected and charming guy!

Suddenly it hit me — so that was why he was giving me those strange looks! Because he must've thought I was a mad woman to have willingly talked and hung out with him.

So as I walked, I kept contemplating and realising things in relation to him — one of them being the fact that I would have to alter my plan, removing the parts where I had to personally contact him.

I'll just spy on him from afar, find out his studying techniques and secrets, and then use them all against him on the finals. I mentally re-planned.

When I got home, I went straight to my room, opened up my textbooks and began studying. However, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I just couldn't.

Maybe it's because you're hungry? But I didn't feel like eating.

Maybe you're tired? But how could I rest after everything that happened today?

I squinted my eyes at the blurry words of my chemistry textbook. However, the only letters that seemed to stand out out of all the writing were: S T E F A N C H A S E.

I slammed the book closed. I'm hopeless!

I sighed deeply, wishing that my elder sister was here so then I could tell her all about it. She gave the best advice, and would freak when I'd tell her that for the first time in my life, I was into a guy.

Blinking back the tears, I cleared my mind and opened up my textbook again to start studying and concentrating more this time.

Suddenly, my mom barged into my room. "Raiya! Go downstairs and eat your food, it's getting cold!"

I twisted around on my swivel chair to face her. "But—"

"No buts, you ungrateful child! Go. Now." My mum tsked, fixing the scarf over her head.

Reluctantly I got up and followed my mom down the stairs, who was endlessly complaining about anything and everything. How she managed to do it, awed me.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. My mom stopped yapping and made their way to the door, grumbling some other complaints under her breath.