The Bad Boy Across The Street (ON HOLD)

Two - Maybe I should join the drama club

Book. Book. WHERE IS MY DANG BOOK?!

I search frantically for my favorite book. I check my binder and the area around my desk. Nope, not there. It was here a second ago. I went up to the teacher to hand in my homework and came back to find it was gone. I seriously doubt it grew legs and walked away.

My expression turns distressed as I realize someone must've taken my baby. Snickering from across the room confirms my suspicions. They know not to take my books from me.

Someone's about to get a beat down.

I keep my expression the same before my classmates notice I know they took my book. I brush strands of hair from my face then decide to put my hair up. Easier to whip someone's butt without my curly hair in the way.

I pull my dark brown hair into a ponytail while managing keep the same expression going. My classmates are actually fooled! Maybe I should join the drama club, but I don't think I'll be allowed to after I'm done with the person who stole my precious.

I walk over to the place where I heard the snickering. Careful to keep the thieves thinking I don't know what they did, I speak.

"Do you guys know where my book is?" I say as innocently as I can manage.

Most of the group can't keep straight faces but the ones that do shake their heads or say 'no'. Liars. I can see my book peeking out from a blonde cheerleader's purse.

The whole group is made up of popular kids. Two of the four girls are dyed blondes but they all wear too much make-up and inappropriate clothes. The three boys are definitely jocks with cocky and arrogant attitudes. Cliché, I know. But that's my school.

"Why?" a jock with a cheerleader on his lap asks followed my more quiet snickers.

"Because," I say with a sad look. "Someone seems to have stolen it-though I don't know why. Anyways, I was hoping you guys saw who took it so I can help them remember what happens when they mess with me."

The smirks and quiet snickering stop. The cheerleader who has my book pales as she remembers what happened to the guy who messed with me.

It was about a week after I slammed that kid into the lockers. Apparently, one of the jocks didn't get it through his thick skull and into his pee-sized brain not to mess with me. His name was Jack. And let's just say that Jack hit the road and will not be coming back any more.

"Well," I sighed and continued. "If you see the person, please don't hesitate to inform me of who the imbecile is. I'm sure it'll be quite the show when I get my hands on them." I give the group a smile and start to walk away. Relief that I didn't find them out shows on their faces.

If the cheerleader who has my book isn't scared now, she's either stupidly brave or just plain stupid. You'd think that everyone would still remember what happened to Jack, It's pretty unforgettable. I guess that some people just need a reminder.

I've only walked a couple feet away from the popular group when I stop. Time for phase two.

"Wait," I say loudly enough for everyone to hear. I've timed this moment just right. The teacher is out of the room retrieving more coffee, giving me the perfect time for dropping the act. Everyone turns their heads to look me.

"My lying detectors are going off," I say and turn back around. A look of mock confusion is painted on my face. Everyone else in the class is looking at me intently, knowing it's about to get interesting. I stalk towards the popular group again.

The blonde who stole my book looks terrified. Her group pushed her into doing this, I can tell. But she complied and someone has to pay the price, might as well be the guilty one. A look of trepidation crosses the poor girl's face. I almost pity her. Key word: almost.

"But this can't be true!" I exclaim. "You can't be that stupid! I mean, you guys of all people should know not to mess with me. After all, Jack was one of you."

I quickly sneak a glance at the clock. I still have four minutes left until Mrs. Speckner comes back from her coffee refill. Geez, it takes her a long time to get coffee.

"Now let's try this again, shall we?" I stand in front of the clique with my arms crossed. "Do you guys know where my book is?"

None of them say a word. It's plain to see that I know they have my book. The girl who stole it suddenly gets a burst of confidence. She shakes her head 'no'. Bad move.

"'No'? You don't know where it is?" I ask and walk closer to her. I stand in front of her, arms crossed and face void of any expression. She visibly gulps and the look of utter fear returns to her face. She registers that lying to me again and playing dumb didn't help her case.

"So my book is not in your silver Gucci purse, on the floor, right next to your feet?" I ask sarcastically. "Huh, and you thought I was stupid."

Before the blonde could react I snatched her expensive pure, took my beloved book out, and set it on the table. I still had her purse in my had and was about to hit her with it when the classroom door swung open. Mrs. Speckner had her coffee mug in hand steaming with the freshly brewed coffee.

A look of confusion was on her face as she saw me with Blondie's purse and Blondie's look of terror. I was confused too and my face probably showed it. Mrs. Speckner never came back early, ever. If she did then it men't there was trouble.

And indeed, trouble there was. Behind Mrs. Speckner, leaning against the doorway just like the first time I met him was the devil himself.

Antonio De Luca.

~Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a loooong time! Camp for a whole month then writer's block. Ugh. I had it so bad that I was thinking of giving up on this story. :(

Good thing I didn't! I really like the characters! I know that some people will be hating on Brice but come on. This is how I would react if someone took my favorite book from me and so would my best friends.

To Cravenato426:

Thanks for being the first person to vote for my story! This really made my day! :)

Also, if you want to make a cover please send it to me! I have no ideas for it.

Comment, comment, comment! Please tell me how I did and what I need to fix! And please, instructive criticism. Not 'You suck'. Thanks! :)

~Jo