The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (3)

I rub my eyes as I looked out of the sunny window. Another crappy day of hell. It's been maybe a week since I crashed into this random guy and I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was kind of cute but his attitude was a bit annoying. I would expect him to apology to me first since he was the one crashing at me with his skateboard.

And I still have a big bruise on my elbow to prove it.

Well well...I'm never going to see him again though. It's a big world out there, what would be the possibilities that we'll ever meet again.

•••••••

My jaw drops when he took a seat beside me, wearing a white t-shirt, gray-black baggy jeans, a caps and black sunglasses. Exactly the same outfit he wore when we crashed.

Why? How come? Don't tell me he's the new guy everyone has been talking about?!

Fuck.

I quickly pull my gray hoody over my head and push my dark brown hair to cover my face. Shit shit shit. My tomato face is starting to come back.

Why didn't I put effort in my appearance today. I could at least looked decent. My hair were normally straight. My makeup were natural, a little crappy done, but my outfit was the worst. It was Monday and I don't put effort in looking cute, especially not on Mondays. I should reconsider doing that. I wore a big oversized gray warm sweater and some old ripped up denim shorts, and converse. Clearly standing out when looking at the other girls in this class, with their floral print dresses and popping pink maxy skirt big high heals.

I peek at him through the corner of my eyes. He looks chilled and calm as he look around studying people.

He haven't seen me yet WHOOH.

Luckily.

"Oh it's you again! You go to this school?! What a coincidence!" He bends his head over to look at me, smirking widely.

"Yep! What a coincidence" I slur and gave him a fake smile. He smirked at me and stared me in the eyes, probably noticing that I'm not as happy as him about this. Something behind his smirk and eyes looks kind of evil to me. Like this was not a coincidence.

Like this was an evil plan to rape me!!

Oh no I can't be thinking stuff like this again. Whenever something happen, I get to paranoid about it and can't think clearly.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins and I immediately cut eye contact with him.

"You have really brown green eyes" he says, and I immediately blush at his use of words. Nobody ever tells me that. And I didn't expect him to suddenly say that when he clearly got the message that I'm a bit annoyed with him showing up at all random places. And in my mind..being a complete rape stalker.

"Ooh you're becoming a tomato again" he jokes as my eyes widen from shock.  I hit him lightly making him laugh even harder.

"Shut up!" I laughed embarrassed, as the teacher comes in interrupting our weird conversation.

*******

"That went fast. Just click, now look at you two, you look like brothers" Kayla giggled as she admired the boys blabbering and blabbering about everything, and still eating like some pigs spreading food all across the table.

"Yeh, they're like meant to be" I joked as Matthew playfully rolls his eyes.

"I told you he was hot" Kayla mumbled as she pushed me lightly with her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows towards Carter.

"Nah..he's just annoying" I giggle and continued scrolling down Instagram.

The boys kept talking and eating not listening to our quiet conversation about them.

"Wait, so you're not interested?" She said as she flips her curly blonde hair to the back of her ear and blinks her big lashes a few times.

"Nope, why would I?" I asks simply, looking up from my phone to her, clearly uninterested in this conversation about them. Carter is cute and stuff. But he's really not my type, he's to weird and he looks like on of those smoking bad guys that we always see in movies. That you end up spending almost most of your life with but in the end you find out that he is having an affair with your older sister. So no, not my type. Even though I don't have a sister.

I like the romantic-nice boys way much better. They seem so much simple. I never understood why always the good girls always ends up with the bad boys and takes the wrong decisions.

"Well, uhm.. because you were the one that got to know him first" she continues.

"Yeah, but that was a coincidence"

"It's called fate"

"No, it's called getting a boner at the first meeting" I said and quickly slapped my mouth with my hand. My eyes widen and I wish I could take back what I just said. My cheeks burns of redness as they all stared at me.

Carter didn't, he was just smirking the whole time.

They all went quiet, with shocked eyes as Kayla quickly shouted "WHAT?!"