The Bad Ones

Ch. 2: Plans

"Ugh, I swear it was justifiable!" I scoffed.

Vanders scoffed right back and crossed his arms. "What I find funny, is that it wasn't Whitlock who reported you. It was a student. Shouldn't your teacher have done this?" he smirked.

I frowned, knowing what he was getting at. "What are you saying?" I asked, playing dumb.

He edged toward me and smiled, "Well, Harrison, you've been in a lot of trouble lately. I know that you know the rules. You've done enough to get suspended and, one more suspension means expulsion for you."

I scowled, "So?"

"So... I know a way that we can solve your problem," he said quietly. His hand reached forward but, before it could touch my leg, I grabbed it and twisted it. "Ow!" he cried.

I stood and got close to his ear. "Let's get one thing straight, asshole. You and me? Never in a million lifetimes. Got it? And if you threaten me for expulsion again, I'll threaten you for a neutering," I hissed angrily. I dropped his hand, grabbed my things, then left the dick to his pain.

"That went well," Mar smirked, immediately falling into step with me.

"Why are you out of class?" I asked her.

She shrugged, "Needed the bathroom."

I rolled my eyes, "How convenient." When we re-entered the class, I sought out the snitch. Only one person had the balls to look me in the eye at the moment, and I glared a hole through his head when I realized who it was. "This bitch," I said under my breath, taking my seat again.

When class ended, he had the nerve to come up to me. "So, how'd it go?" he smirked.

Seeing as the class was now empty, other than me, the girls, and Whitlock, I took the opportunity to punch his gut. When he bent over in pain, I shoved him against the wall.

"The alley wasn't bad enough?" I asked through my teeth.

"This guy was in this class the entire time?" Drey chuckled.

"Bailey, let him go," Whitlock called to me, shutting his classroom door. He didn't want me to get in trouble. How naïve of him to think I won't get in trouble some other way.

I let the guy go anyway, and folded my arms. "What's your name, Lakefield?" I asked him.

He stood and smirked again, "Wouldn't you like to know? By the way, I apologize sincerely for what I did earlier today. I heard you three were bad asses, and I wanted to see if it was true."

"But you still cried like a bitch," Mar frowned at him.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to become your friend."

I laughed, "By snitching? What did you do, text Vanders? Yeah, we'll be great friends."

"Bailey, enough," Whitlock said. "Girls, take Mr. Lakefield to his next class without hurting him. Thank-you."

Drey and Mar winked at me before tugging Lakefield out of the classroom and closing the door.

I turned to Whitlock. "What do you want?" I asked him.

He sat me down on his desk and kissed my cheek. "Why are you so irritated today?" he asked, rubbing my arms.

I pushed him back a bit, "Oh, now you're nice? Fuck off, Whitlock." His first name was Cole, but it was sexier to call him by his last name.

He smiled and came back, encircling my waist, "Bailey, I know you don't care, but I do. I can't have people's suspicions confirmed. Not every teacher here is keen about you, and those very teachers would also love to have me fired along with your expulsion."