Bad Boys Do It Best!

Chapter 2

As I pulled up to Freedom Falls High School, I see a crowd of people staring at my car while I put my top up. I see my friends walking towards me. We all chat as we walk towards the office to get my schedule. I notice a really hot looking guy getting some sluts tongue shoved down his throat.

“That’s Blaze Tyler,” Maria said.

“He’s hot, but I love Cole,” I said.

“Blaze has one hot ass, that’s for sure,” Nikki said before she left to find Chase, her boyfriend of two years.

For some odd reason, her saying that didn’t sit well with me.

“He is a total player. He has bedded basically the whole school, expect us,” Emma said before she went to find Kipton, her one true love.

“Well, I guess I better go to class,” I said, walking away

Blaze POV

My life is great. Different girls every night. It just couldn’t get any better. My parents have been nagging me lately to find my mate. They think because I’m alpha I need to settle down with a mate and have some pups. That, to me, sounds like torture. I like living my care-free lifestyle with no worries. My friends, Chase and Kipton, walked in then. It sucks for them, since they already found their mate. They were talking about the new girl.

“I can’t believe she finally moved back,” said Chase.

“Who?” I asked.

“Skylar Jackson,” Kipton said.

“Is that Scott’s little sister?” I asked.

“Yeah, and she has a banging body,” Chase said.

“You’re mated, man,” I said.

“Well, Nikki agrees,” Chase said. With that, we leave for school.

At school, all the girls would kill for a piece of me. Not be cocky or anything, but I’m hot. I have spikey brown hair, blue eyes, an eight pack set of abs, and broad shoulders. I also have a tattoo on my bicep of the symbol for my pack. We all have one, just in different places. Did I forget to mention that I’m a werewolf? Well, I am. I am also captain of every guy sport at this school, like football, basketball, and baseball.

When we get to school, I feel like my life is going to change forever. I see Serena, the school slut; she comes over to me like she does to every other guy in this school. We all go to her when we need a quick roll in the hay. She starts kissing me, and next thing I know, she pushes her tongue down my throat like she’s trying to taste what I had for breakfast. She totally sucks at kissing. I push her away from me and head to first period English class.

When I walk into the room a couple of minutes late, the teacher doesn’t even notice. Then I’m hit with the smell of vanilla and coconut. It’s a mouth-watering smell.  As I turn around, I see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in whole life. She has blonde hair, green eyes, and a banging body. The teacher makes her introduce herself to the class, and the angel says, “My name is Skylar Jackson, I have gone to a boarding school in London the last seven years. I have a twin named Scott and a boyfriend named Cole Felton.” I notice her looking in my direction. “And one more thing to the guy that keeps staring at me: I’m not a piece of meat,” She growled at me.

I found myself growling when she said boyfriend, especially since it’s that little cocky ass Cole. I hate that guy as much as I hate Scott. The teacher says we will be writing a research paper once a month with the partner she choices for us. I hope I get Skylar, and luckily I do. So, I get up and go over to her. As she looks up my, wolf shouts mate, mate, mate. All of a sudden, my player ways are pushed out the window for the angel that sits next to me.

As I sit down beside her, the teacher is going on and on about how the paper is due next week. But I can’t pay attention because I keep thinking about how Skylar said that her damn boyfriend is Cole. I hate that son of bitch so fucking much.

“Cole is a pansy ass,” I snarled to her.

“Well, that’s your opinion,” she snarled back.

“Well, it’s the right one sweet heart,” I replied.

“According to you it may be, but he is the best boyfriend any girl could ask for.” she said dreamily.

“Boyfriend? Seems like he’d be a girlfriend,” I muttered to myself. Apparently, she heard me.

“Aw, is somebody jealous? I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re his type.” I gave her a look of disgust before she said, “Look, I’m going to be honest. I don’t like you very much, and I’m pretty sure you don’t like me. But, we have to do this essay together, so do you want to come over and work on it tonight?”

“Sure, babe, I’d love to.” She gave me a look, but told me her address.