"I don't know man, I just don't see the point," Bash says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I reply.
"You can't stand there and tell me you actually want to go to class." Bash flicks the ash from his cigarette.
I kick the dust up with the toe of my boot. "I don't want to go to class. Kayla's there," I state.
Bash takes another drag from his cig and nods. "Right," he says. He nods once then turns away and looks out through the bleachers. "Well I'm ditching now, see you later." Bash drops his cigarette to the ground and his shoe flattens it on the way out. I lean back against the metal and twirl the unlit cigarette between my fingers. The bell for the end of fourth period rings. I reach through the bars and set the cig on the bleachers. Then I walkout an head into the school.
I walk into the class and head straight to my seat in the back of the room. And for some reason Kayla is draped across her desk, as well as mine, with her hands folded across her chest. I raise an eyebrow and slow my pace. Around me people stare, and a few seem to be whispering. I come to a stop in front of Kayla. She turns her head lazily to the side and her face breaks into a grin.
"Pretty Boy! When did you get here?" she questions.
"What are you doing on my desk?" I retort, completely ignoring her question.
"Thinking." I press my lips together and raise an eyebrow.
"About what?"
"About the universe. Existential crisis things, you know the usual."
"In a classroom?"
"What else are we supposed to do here?" I shrug.
"Beats me." I wait a beat, with my hands in my pockets. Kayla doesn't move. "Well are you going to move?"
"No." The bell rings. Everyone around us takes their seat. I glance back at the clock and find Williams standing up from her desk to start her daily hour and a half of droning.
"Kayla come on, this is ridiculous."
"I don't care." I blink once, twice, then remove my hands from my pockets. I pull out her chair and yank her up and off the desks before shoving her into the chair. For half a second she looks shocked, but once I take my seat she's recovered enough to open her mouth.
"Oh how you never fail to leave me breathless." I roll my eyes at her.
"Yeah, yeah and you never fail to leave me all hot and bothered," I deadpan.
"Whoa feeling sexual today are we?"
This time I shoot her a wink. "Always, Good Girl, especially for you." I deadpan into a glare.
She just pulls out her binder and hands me a sheet of paper. "Oh my would you look at that. I think you just soaked my panties straight through with your voice."
"Yeah? It's one of many talents ."
"So glad you think so, Baby." Kayla's head sways on the word "baby" and I have to snort.
"Pretty Boy might be better than that one," I comment.
"Is this you admitting you like your nickname, Pretty Boy?"
"No. This is me telling you not to call me something stupid and desperate like baby."
"How is that desperate?" Kayla asks as she shakes her head at the first pointless bullet point.
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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...
