I'm in class before Kayla, which is weird to begin with. But the sidelong glances from everyone else in the room are stranger. Maybe I typically don't notice them when Kayla is busy pestering me with conversations, but now I do. I'm used to people watching me. I'm used to people watching my every move in something remotely resembling awe. I'm used to them expecting me to get busted over whatever stupid thing I've done. But I am not used to people looking at me and then the desk where Kayla normally sits as if they have a right to know anything about either of us. I'm not used to them firing off silent questions despite my glare.
I flick my eyes to clock. Thirty seconds before the bell. And if Kayla doesn't show up, I'm out. I shift in my seat and glance to the door. Kayla walks through slowly. She keeps her head down but I know it's her. Her hands are slipped into the pocket of her red hoodie and her hair is up in a ponytail, pieces of it falling out to frame her face. She yawns and brings her hand out of her pocket to cover her mouth as she walks towards me. Her eyelashes seem to have disappeared and there are obvious bags under her eyes. I frown. She stumbles into her seat and drops her backpack at her feet. She doesn't turn to me or try to start a conversation. She just lets her head fall into her arms, which she rests on top of her desk.
"You look like a mess," I state. She picks her head up only to let it fall back down on her hand, but she does look at me.
"I hope I'm at least a hot mess."
"I don't think you qualify."
"Bummer." She yawns again and blinks a few times as the bell rings.
"You good there?" I ask.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Have too much homework, Good Girl?"
"Nah, I spent all my time watching the door." I raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly.
"Afraid of monsters in your closet?"
"Something like that." My smirk falls and I sit up straighter.
"We've got a lot of material to get through today, so I'm going to move a bit faster through the notes," Williams says from the front of the room. Kayla slowly reaches down and pulls her binder out of her bag. She fumbles around for a pencil as my eyes scan her, trying to figure out why she didn't sleep. Williams starts writing on the board and Kayla passes me a piece of paper before staring blankly at her own sheet. I bump her shoulder with mine and she jerks in her seat. She widens her eyes and turns to face me. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Sleep now," I say. She just shakes her head.
"I can't. I have to pay attention in class." She turns back to her paper and starts trying to copy the notes.
"Kayla you're not going to pay attention enough for it to matter. Sleep."
"I can't teach myself the lesson without notes." I roll my eyes.
"So I'll take the notes." She raises an eyebrow. I hold up the paper she gave me. "My notes are pretty good."
"Pretty Boy-" she starts.
"You can take the notes with you and copy them tonight." She bites her lip and glances to the board. We are already slipping behind the class. "I'll wake you up when the bell rings or if Williams calls on you. And I'll give you the answer."
"Kyle!" she interjects and I make a face. I hate hearing that name from her lips. I almost ask her to call me Pretty Boy, but she keeps talking. "You don't ever try in this class. How am I supposed to know you can somehow teach me the lesson?"
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
