Bad Reputation

One: new school

"you shouldn't fall for me" he'd said with a pompous or rather arrogant smirk. "...as well as stay away from me" he'd gone ahead and added with no care whatsoever. Was this guy even a human being? If he was, what kind of human being was he? He'd just said what most guys would never say to any girl but he had said it confidently. Unacceptable! He wasn't legal. He astounded me! Just on my first day at school, Clayton Zachary made me want to know more about him because it was very unusual to give someone such warning about yourself. Even the most messed up person in the world wouldn't do such. " And why is that?" I enquired curiously what was it about him that made him say all these things to me. He was so peculiar, creepy! Even at homeroom when I stopped at Mt locker to grab my schedule, I'd heard a few jobless kids talk about him. However, I knew best not to trust gossips and rumors the were usually untrue and misleading. "Because I'm toxic Tracey Lyon, really toxic." He said ever so confidently like no one on earth knew him enough to change his mind about himself. "Oh really?" I asked raising my eyebrow inquisitively, trying hard to figure out the puzzle that was Clayton Zachary. "Whatever Clayton, I really don't care" I sighed feigning nonchalance. He was a challenge, a puzzle and I loved puzzles but I really didn't want to try and figure him out, it'll be trouble and this was my last shot before my parents sent me to that so called exchanged program rubbish they were always yapping about. He chuckled lightly, bringing back to reality while I just looked at him weirdly, what? He was weird. "Good Trace" he said and I wondered how he'd figured my friends called me Trace but it was obvious wasn't it? Looked ahead not ready for Clay to continue feeding me with his wondrous self as I let him show me around Summerly prim and proper prep. Quite a name huh? It sucks just as the name sucks. I know. It was my parents idea of taming the oh so rebellious Tracey, bringing me to a boarding school where we wore uniforms, woke up at five in the morning and worst of all slept in bunk beds that just sucked but not as much as the idea of being shipped off the other side of the galaxy to live with another family in the name of an exchange programme. As it was I was already on my last warning with my parents, I couldn't mess up. As we turned on the last hallway of the ancient looking interior of Summerly, I was thankful I hated boring walks. Why not run  when you've got to legs and agile lungs? Teens these days were just boring and lazy. "And this is the gym," Clay concluded as he halted in front of the large oak door. Pretty old told you already. He opened the door as I sighed from behind him. It was going to be old like the rest of the place anyway but nevertheless I could handle it, it was our last stop and the warning bell would soon go off. As I walked forward ready to enter the gym, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was beautiful, in fact beautiful was an understatement, it was magnificent! Very modern, shinny wooden floors, treadmills, a Dodge ball pitch, an amateur boxing ring, punching bags hanging down from the ceiling, basketball courts it was indeed magnificent. "Whoa!" A small gasp escaped my lips. "It's cool the best place in the whole of Summerly." I commented "all thanks to the student body then, they made it happen." Clay said from behind me "officially my favorite place of this school". I said meaning every word if it. "That's all for now Tracey we better head on to class to avoid a first day detention for you and besides my aunt is gonna go haywire if she hears I've got a detention" Clay said chuckling lowly. I nodded as I came to his side and we strode to class in the other building.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE
HEY PEOPLE !👋 SO I ALREADY LOVE THIS STORY IT'S GOT IT'S  PERKS LIKE WHAT IS CLAY HIDING AND WHY DOES HE INSIST THAT HE'S TOXIC? ANYWAY, THAT'S BY THE WAY I JUST WANT Y'ALL TO KNOW THAT THIS ISN'T MY FIRST  WRITING A NOVEL. I'VE WRITTEN TONS BUT NEVER PUBLISHED. LIKE TO STAY UNDER THE RADAR SO AS IT IS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. AND THERE IS A PICTURE OF CLAYTON ZACHARY ABOVE. DON'T FORGET TO LIKE, COMMENT AND SHARE. WITH LOVE AIMEE KINGSTON....