Bad Boy (Connor Ball Fan Fiction)

One

So I'm here, in an American school, for the first time.

I'm from England you see, so this wasn't my usual sighting.

People getting out of posh cars, pupils not in uniform, boys in football jackets.

It just wasn't my thing.

It never will be.

I wore denim shorts with a white top tucked in.

Whereas most girls wore short skirts, crop tops, barely anything.

Yes it was hot, but please keep the viewing PG.

Hey.

I'm Ariana Kingsley, but you can call me Ari.

I'm 17, nearly 18.

I'm British, but I just moved to a town in Miami.

Now I live here for the next 5/6 months.

My dad got a job out here as a teacher at the school I'm at now.

He went there when he was little, so he wanted me to share my last school days here.

But once it's over, I can go back to London.

Back with my little brother, my little sister and my mum.

I don't get why they didn't come but whatever, it's over now.

And now, I'm here.

I have a feeling this is going to be eventful.

My first class was Drama, which I'd opted for years ago.

Although I wasn't certain that Americans did it the same as the English.

Well we will see.

I walked into the class alone and looked around.

A few people caught my eye.

A girl sitting alone was the first one I noticed, she had a notebook in her hand and she was constantly scribbling something on it.

That wasn't something I expected.

A group of sluts were second to catch my eye, they were sat around a few boys that looked badass.

There were four of them, those four were very attractive, but they looked bad.

The type of boys that would have a perfect love life but ruin it by sleeping with a slut.

Yeah, I didn't want to involve myself in that.

One of the boys caught eye contact, which made me quickly look back to the girl sat alone.

I was about to sit with her but a boy stopped me.

"If I was you, I wouldn't bother, she doesn't talk, she just writes." He stepped in front of me. "I'm Finley, but you can call me Finn, everyone calls me Finn."

"Well hey Finn." I chuckled, "I'm Ariana, please call me Ari."

He smirked. He was very attractive.

Not my type though.

He had dark hair, styled in a quiff, his eyes were bright blue, and he was inches taller than me.

"Is that a British accent I hear?" Finn gasped.

"Well yeah, I'm from London." I smirked, Finn brought me to a seat and sat next to me.

"Oh, awesome, aren't you the new kid that has a really hot dad who teaches here?" This made me question his sexuality.

I laughed.

"Ugh....are you gay?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No! Haha. I'm very straight, just everyone is talking about this new teacher and his daughter?"

"Well there is a new teacher, and yes, I am his daughter." I put my bag on the floor, watching everyone walk in.

"And...you are just as pretty as everyone said." Finn flirted.

This attention wasn't something I was used to.

I normally went with the girls who kept themselves to themselves.

Turns out there wasn't many of them.

"Alright Finn?" The boy from earlier done a 'handshake' with Finn and Finn smiled.

"Hows it going dude?" Finn asked, inviting him to sit beside him.

"I'm good. Who's this hottie?" The boy pointed to me.

"First of all it's really rude to point and second, please don't call me that, my name is Ariana, but I'd like to be called Ari." I bluntly spoke.

"Well, Ariana, my names Connor, and when your periods over, call me." Connor walked away.

I rolled my eyes, I mean what jerk does that.

Who does that?

Stupid hot boys.

My day was now ruined.

Completely changed my mood.

"Ari, I can tell me and you are going to get on like a house on fire." Finn nudged me and the teacher called class to order.

Lessons soon passed.

I discovered that I had every class with Connor.

Every single class.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked to my last class.

English, with my dad.

I had two lessons with my dad, history and English.

Was that good or bad?

Bad...especially when you're late.

I walked in, realising it was over 10 minutes into the lesson.

"Kingsley, you're late." My dad called.

Oh so we're on a last name basis now?

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah whatever, where do I sit?" I heard a few mumbles from the way I spoke to him.

Come on, he's my dad.

Let me off.

"At the back with Ball." He glared at me.

Seriously, what's up with teachers?

"Ball?" I looked around.

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

Connor.

Connor Ball.

"Yes. Now sit." My dad ordered.

I huffed and made my way to the back table, seating myself next to him.

"Your pretty hot when you get angry." Connor whispered.

My stomach flipped.

That whisper made me shiver.

Fuck, he was hot.

Only 45 minutes, come on Ariana, you can do this.