bad / shyland / completed

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Rylands pov

"Ok everyone listen up" says the teacher in a mouldy voice, "We have a new student here called Ryland. Take a seat boy."

"Okay.." I make my way down the only spare seats near the back and sit next to a girl who has her feet carelessly on her desk and is typing on her phone.

She is dressed in a black thrasher hoodie, grey sweatpants and a pair of clout goggles on her head pulling back her long dark brown hair. She looks up and me and introduces herself.

"Hey Ryland, I'm Rachel. This is Garret, Mike, Andrew and Jack" she nods to the guys sitting around me.
"Hey" says Garret as he exchanges looks with Rachel.
"Are you ga—" Garrett starts to ask, but I interrupt him before he has a chance to say anything.
"Yeah" I say to them.
We all crack up until the teacher slams the wooden ruler on her desk and I SHIT YOU NOT, that ruler fucking BROKE and just FLEW onto the floor.
We were all literally dying of laughter.

"Well, well, well. look who it is. Mr Dawson finally decided to show up." She says as the sexiest guy I have ever seen walks through the door.
"Yeah" he smirks.
"You know that's—" The teacher starts.
"—a detention right?" He finishes, mimicking her scratchy voice.

I laugh and he makes eye contact with me. God, They are captivating. There a faded green sort of colour with swirls of watery sky blue and tiny flecks of grey that enhance his beautiful eyes. His hair is auburn and it's styled messily, as if he woke up like that. His face structure is perfect, his lips soft and his jawline looking like it could cut through steel. He wore black ripped jeans, a black v-neck shirt that showed off his collarbone, silver dog tags and a worn leather jacket. That boy is a whole meal.

Is he walking towards me? Holy Shit he's walking towards me. I realise that the only seat left in the class is the one right next to me.
"Who's that?" I ask Rachel.
"That's Shane," She says nonchalantly, as if he didn't look like he was sculpted by the Greek fucking gods. "people call him the 'bad boy'", she laughs at the end, as if he didn't look like he could beat someone too the pulp.
Shane takes a seat beside me and exchanges nods with Rachel. So clearly they are friends.

"I'm guessing your a new kid" he says, shifting his gaze towards me.
Oh god he even has a sexy voice. It's smooth but has a hint of raspy, as If he had just woken up. He makes me want to melt into a pile of goo on the floor right then and there.

"I'm Ryland. They Gay Canadian". Oh my fucking god, did I just introduce myself as THE GAY CANADIAN.
Wow. Good going Ryland, 10/10.
Luckily for me, he laughs and winks his long eyelashes at me.

"Word of advice—" Andrew starts to say to me.
"Don't andrew. Don't scare the cute Canadian." Shane says and winks at me again.
Andrew rolls his eyes and continues.
"Word of advice, Shanes life motto is 'go hard and heavy' use that information to take it anyway you like but.. it's just a warning".
Rachel, Mike and Jack start laughing together.

Shane smirks and takes off his leather jacket, stripping down to a plain white tee and his black jeans.

Did I mention that he is wearing a leather jacket? Because he is. Trust me. You haven't lived until you have seen this god in a leather jacket. It just screamed bad boy and made me want to scream. My heart felt like it was about to explode.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing away to the 230 missed texts. Obviously breaks rules. Obviously doesn't care.

Obviously a bad boy.

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[A/N: im re-editing all my shit bc I can't keep a fucking aesthetic skskskksk someone help me]