Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 2 : The guy has muscles a body builder would be jealous of

Chapter 2

The next morning, it seems like everything is on loud. After Ian ditched me in the backyard last night, I went back into the house to find my friends. We ended up dancing and drinking all night, leaving me with a major hang over today. I honestly don't even know how we got home, I mean all three of us were drunk beyond belief.

The morning's torture starts with my alarm clock. When the damn thing went off, it felt like my head was going to explode. When I sit up, everything starts spinning, and I barely make it to the bathroom before I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I'm so glad I have a bathroom in my room, because I honestly don't think I would've made it down the hallway.

Taking a nice warm shower helps relax me, but it's like everything comes rushing back at me once I get out. Here's a little tip for you guys, never, and I mean absolutely NEVER, blow dry your hair when you have a killer headache. It's seriously the worst thing in the world, but for some reason, I feel that I should put a little extra effort into getting ready. I put my hair in a bun, then put on some jean shorts a knit top and some sandals. I put on some lip gloss and a little mascara, then head out the door, steering clear of any breakfast because my stomach is still not agreeing with me.

Getting to school, I have one thing on my mind as I park my car: finding Ian. I push through the front doors, probably looking like a crazed maniac, speed walking down the hallway. I spent the entire 15 minutes that I'm supposed to be at my locker getting books, looking around the school for him before first period, but I can't find him anywhere.

Maybe he's not here yet?

I have no idea why I'm so obsessed with talking to him. It's not like we really did anything. We aren't a couple. That kiss only happened because we were both drunk, right? And it's not like I want anything more to happen. I just want to clear the air between us.

The first half of the day seems to go by extremely slow, and my headache doesn't make it any better. By the time I make it to my fourth period class, I'm completely exhausted.

"Well don't you look cute today. And here I thought I was going to have to yell at you for wearing sweatpants or worn out jeans again." Kris says looking me over. I swear sometimes she acts just like my mom, with her constant nagging about the clothes I choose to wear

"Oh thanks, I thought I'd put a little effort, just for you Krissie poo." I don't tell her that the real reason for my extra cute outfit is in my last period English class.

"Oh god Carly Grace don't you ever call me that again in your life." She scrunched up her face in disgust.

Our conversation is cut short by Mrs. Murphy, who comes into the classroom looking even more frazzled than usual. Her hair looks like a birds nest on top of her head, and half of her shirt is tucked into her knee length pleated skirt while the other half is hanging sloppily at her side. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that her hang over is like a million times worst than mine is.

"Take your seats children, we're about to begin." she places the stack of folders that she'd been holding onto her desk, and begins passing papers out.

The rest of class goes by in a blur of equations and symbols that I barely understand. Honestly, I know I've never been a genius when it comes to math, but I was decent at it. Once all these letters and quadratics and binomials and trinomials were introduced, it all went down hill. It's safe to say that I haven't been good at math since like the 5th grade.

Once the bell rings for lunch, I practically runnto the cafeteria, ignoring Leo and Kristen yelling at me to slow down so that they could catch up. My eyes frantically scan the faces of people scattered across the cafeteria.