The Bad Boy Wears a Tutu (slow updates)

Chapter 2- Stupid Alex and his stupid stupidity.

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Chapter 2- Stupid Alex and his stupid stupidity

I bursted into Mr.Howard's classroom, causing everyone to look at me.

"Well look who finally decided to show up. Do you have any excuse for being late, Miss Miller," Mr.Howard snottily asked.

My face turned red from embarrassment.

"N-no, sir. I'm sorry," I stuttered.

"You can be sorry in detention," Mr.Howard exclaimed, pointing at me angrily.

My jaw dropped as I stared at him in shock.

"But sir-"

"That's enough from you, Miss Edwards! Go sit down!"

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath as I went to my seat.

Stupid Alex and his stupid stupidity.

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Mr.Howard gave me detention. That son of a banana.

After school, I walked cluelessly through the halls trying to find the detention room. I still couldn't believe that I got detention because of freaking Alex Storm.

I finally found the right room and pushed open the wooden door.

I recognized the teacher as my History teacher and instantly smiled. She was my favorite.

"Hi Ms.Benny," I greeted.

The petite brunette smiled at me.

"Hello Samantha! What are you doing in detention?" she asked, worry lacing her voice.

"I got late to Mr.Howard's class because of that jerkface Alex Storm," I replied, rolling my eyes.

Ms.Benny snickered but tried covering it with a cough. She failed.

"Well, just take a seat, I guess," she said once she had calmed down.

I nodded and turned around. There were only two other people in detention. One was a girl who looked like she just stepped out of Jersey Shore and the other was a boy who had blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I recognized him as James, the captain of the soccer team.

I decided to sit by myself in the corner of the room. I took out my book and started reading.

All of a sudden, James started tapping his pencil on his desk, which made an annoying sound echo around the quiet room.

"Can you stop," I hissed quietly.

He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you talking to me," he asked in a mock innocent voice.

I nodded frantically. He just smirked at me and swiveled back around. Luckily, he stopped tapping his pencil.

I continued reading until it was time to go. I gathered my belongings, but before I could exit, a hand reached out and landed on my shoulder. I spun around and came face to face with James.

"What do you want," I snapped.

"You dropped this," he said, holding out my diary.

I flushed red and quickly grabbed the book from his hand before giving him a sheepish grin.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Anything for a pretty lady like yourself," he flirted, flashing me a dazzling smile.