Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 2

     The thought of picking up trash being my only way to graduate infuriated me. How is this even legal!. Maybe bringing this up to daddy will do me some good, he can talk some sense into Mr. Doyle. I push that thought far away well aware that daddy doesn't have time for stupid things like this. He's a busy man, both him and my mother. My mother lives in New York, where she is busy enough to only get time to visit on major holidays. Both my parents are CEO's of a major fashion business in New York, hence why my mother lives there. However my dad takes up most of the business side. Calling venues and making appointments, while my mother indulges in the fashion side, she's the one that everyone goes to for approval on new designs. With both my parents being as busy as they are I rarely seem them, even with my dad living in the same house as me. If anyone was to ask I basically live on my own. It can be very lonely.

I don't remember anything from any one of my classes, all I could think about all day was the fact that I, Baylee Barnes will have to do community service. The fact that it's stuck in my head angers me more. I slam my locker door shut taking a deep breath to calm myself down. All I want to do is get out of this hell hole. I start making my way to the front entrance of the school, the halls are as crowded as they'll ever be and I don't care who is in my way. I'm moving too fast for people to know it's me so no one clears a path. I start pushing my way through. Is this how normal people get through these halls?. I'm getting pushed from all sides as everyone rushes to leave. One hard shove from my right and I'm sent into the arms of the last person I want to see right now. My hands lay ever so lightly on his chest, my bright pink nail polish standing out against his old worn out leather jacket. The musky smell he wore danced in my nose, and if I'm being totally honest I didn't hate it. His hands lay at my sides, one of his hands managing to ruffle up my shirt upon catching me; causing his skin to come in contact with mine. I know all to well who's arms I lay in but I still lift my head to get a better look. Arsen Vander.

His well known cocky smirk forms on his lips, and in that moment I know I've spent to much time in his arms. I push him rather hard back against the lockers and fix my shirt. He lets out a soft laugh making me advert my eyes around us, hoping no one is watching what is currently happening.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going" I say bluntly, taking out my compact mirror to check my makeup.

Another laugh escapes his lips but this time it's low and very masculine "Alright sweetheart, next time I'm standing at MY locker minding MY own business, and you come plunging into me I'll be sure to let you fall" 

I then notice the locker door next to us that is open wide revealing nothing but two books and a black helmet. Trying hard not to let him get to me I ignore his obnoxious comment and shove my compact back into my purse.

"just do me and everyone else here a favor and stay far away, its enough I already have to spend a full hour with you tomorrow"

"An hour and 15" He corrects grabbing his helmet from inside his locker.
He shuts his locker door leaning in close to me, our mouths a few inches apart. His eyes trailed down to my lips and I couldn't help but watch his too, another cocky smirk presents itself before he pushes himself off the lockers
"See you tomorrow sweetheart"

I can feel my cheeks become red with anger "not looking forward to it" I spit looking back over my shoulder. He turns swiftly on his heels, walking backwards towards the entrance of the school, a big grin is plastered on his face, his hands swing out to his sides, with his helmet in one hand he shrugs his shoulder before turning back around and exiting the school.