I Fly Kicked The Bad Boy

Chp 1

Wilma's POV

Mrs Carr caresses the sewer displayed on the screen and I roll my eyes into the back of my head. Ancient history used to be my favourite class until we started a unit on Roman sewers.

And by the looks of my sleeping peers, I'm not alone.

Most people are either asleep or doodling in their note books.

    Suddenly, A foreign object hurtles up, down and across the classroom towards me. As it would turn out - it's a pen with the ink bit missing.

It must be a gift from my archenemy, Ezra, who doesn't look at all bothered by the sewer on the screen. Probably because he's playing a game of who can push the teacher's buttons the furthest with his friends.

Ezra usually wins and thank god for that, because detention is one of his favourite past times.

And just who is this endurance test of a person? Ezra is a pest who also goes to my school.

Other than detention, his past times include getting into trouble and making fun of my peers. And if he doesn't do these things, his brain will boil inside of his head and he'll die.

Frustrated and annoyed, I slam my head against the hard wooden surface of my desk before promptly picking it back up and repeating the process.

Ezra, on the other hand, shakes his legs and bangs his fists against the table like a drum as he hums the melody to some song. Talk about versitile, he's doing the vocals, back up vocals and instruments all at once.

Today he's wearing a simple navy blue shirt, some simple jeans and a pair of round, metal framed glasses. His silky, jet black hair lays dishevelled atop his head and just below it is his busted left eye which is bruised and swollen. My best bet is he got it in a fight.

Did I mention Ezra's a bit of a bad boy?

And as much as I hate to admit it, he is attractive, and i'm not the only person who thinks that. I just wish that his personality was just as attractive.

"And as you can see here, researchers found a giraffe bone amongst the –"

Ezra, who is sitting right next to me, suddenly kicks my chair. "Oi... Willy, can you give me a pen, mine ran out." He whispers in an urgent tone.

Honestly, you'd think it was an emergency.

Not wanting to cause any drama, I simply reach into my pencil case before pulling out one of my shitty old pens.

"Here" I whisper angrily, handing him the stupid pen.

After ten seconds of peace, he thrusts his feet into my chair sending me forward slightly.

"This doesn't work." He cackles, before chucking it back on my desk and reaching his hand out for another one.

I simply roll my eyes before handing him another pen. But this the last time I'm being generous.

Ugh.

"thanks." he says before going for it again. "Can I have some white out too."

"I don't have any." I lie, not wanting him waste all of my white out. My mum only buys it when it's on special, and that isn't very often, so I'm not letting just anybody use it.

"Ah, you clearly do. I can see it in your pencil case-"

Suddenly, Mrs Carr catches on. "Ezra Jeong, you can leave if you don't want to listen."

"I was only asking for pen." He simply rolls his eyes.

"We're not doing writing now, so next time you can wait to ask for a pen. Or better yet, you can bring some of your own pens."

Ezra's stupid buddies 'ooo' saracastically at Mrs. Carr's come back.

Ezra being the big bad boy he is leans back in his chair and then pushes mine with his feet. "Can you just give it to me?"

"No!" I half whisper. There's no way I'm giving this little shit my white out, even if it is off brand.

As I do, he suddenly leans forward to grab it unexpectedly before I immaturely karate chop his arm.

"Mrs Juraez." Mrs Carr suddenly yells out. Shit, did she just see me act like I was five?

"Ah –"no not this time, Ezra. Before he can come up with some stupid excuse, I quickly interrupt him so I can explain the story in truth as quickly as I can.

"NO –hewastryingtostealmywhiteout!" I yell incomprehensible nonsense, you know, like an idiot.

As if my reputation wasn't low enough, the peers who fill up the seats around me all turn around to berate me with their stares. Mortified, I sink down into my chair and prepare myself to see all hell break loose. I guess that's what I deserve for snitching on the most popular kid in school.

"Holy shit, it's just whiteout." One of Ezra's buddies scoffs.

"Ezra, leave. Immediately." Mrs Carr responds angrily. I guess she's reached her boiling point for this lesson. "And Wilma, please do not resort to karate in the future."

The class erupts into laughter. Too embarrassed to laugh, I simply sink further down into my chair then before. As I do, Ezra trudges past my chair, throwing the dirtiest of looks as he does. "You're dead" he mouths to me silently.

Great, now I have a death wish from the school'sbad boy.