I Owe The Badboy

4: Sh!t Went Down

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CHAPTER FOUR ~ Sh!t Went Down

I didnt get to sleep last night thinking of a perfect plan for the mystery girl that Zyler oh so secretly desires and on top of that, my mom gave me an earful lecture when I got home panting like a dog on how I shouldn't left my little sister all alone.

Its nice to know the fact that I'm dying of dehydration and mom couldnt even give me a glass of water. To say I can totally feel the love is putting it nicely.

She went up to different scenarios like on how a burglar might came and kill Tara or how she might start a fire because she tried to cook for herself. I let her rant until she doesnt have any more words to come up seeing I dont have the energy to talk back. Instead, I lounge on the couch with droppy eyes.

So now, I'm walking in the hallways like a zombie with bags under my eyes and a body thats ready to collapse any moment from being so tired. Walking from that pencil factory to my house isnt the most exciting and short trip.

Stupid Zyler. Where is he anyway? I have a lot to ask him since the idiot didnt even describe what's likes and dislikes the girl has in mind.

The gossips of how I kiss Zyler though died down a bit but every once in a while as I pass other students, their seem to be some spark glowing in there eyes resulting afterwards for them to remember what happen. Its like somehow I'm known by it. Guess I have a sign on my forehead saying, 'I kiss Zyler without permission.' Not that I give a shit though. If my interesting life caught there attention then who am I to stop my adoring fans?

Ok so maybe I'm exagerating about the whole fans thing but I simple dont give a sugar.

Kidding, they're so mean I want to cry.

Walking to my designated classroom 10 minutes early, I instantly became excited at the thought of sleeping for a few more moments. Sue me.

As I swing open the door, the feeling of being content flooded over me when no one is around and the lights are still off. The darkness and rain made it more comfortable to sleep with not a care in the world with what's gonna happen next. Who knew, I might just earn my lucky ticket to detention and just sleep for the whole day. I went at the back row, drop my bag to the floor and lay down on my arms not caring if I slept through the whole class.

Five minutes hasn't pass until someone open and close the door when I'm about to be fully consume by sleep. I was planning to ignore it when I felt a rough hand shaking me lightly. Obviously, thats not easy to ignore and sleep is such a bitch that it didnt let me in to darkness when I wanted to.

"Hey." The manly voice whispers fanning my ears with his hot breath. The guy lingers the smell of Axe and cigarette and so I cringe my nose in disgust.

I'm gonna assume this is a dream. I dont want to punch someone this early and more importantly, I dont want to get suspended. I just hope he gets the hint and leave me alone before I lose it. No sleep means cranky in my country amigo.

"Hey, wake up." His voice begin to get loud and the shaking got a little rough.

I made a choice of ignoring him unless he threaten to kill me. I dont even care if this is some important dude like the Founder of Apple giving me a free iPhone or the owner of Starbucks (and that someone is pretty important) I just want to sleep but unfortunately for me, its too much to ask for and the guy doesnt have manners or a brain. Good job to his parents for making a horrible child.