Property of the Bad Boy

Chapter 3 - All Aboard for Bad Boy Central

Chapter 3 - All Aboard for Bad Boy Central

Aidan Black waltzed through the door with Kade and Alex by his side. Of course they were in the same class as him. Of course he was in the same class as me. I stared at them with my jaw practically dropped. I turned to Heather to say something but she was gone. I searched the classroom to find her sharpening her pencil. Curse you Heather and you're need for the perfect pencil tip. I turned my gaze back to the boys at the front of the classroom. He was staring directly at me, the smirk on his face as he saw my reaction. I felt all the blood drain from my face as he began to make his way toward me. I struggled to find Heather, but she just stared at her pencil in annoyance before pushing it back in. I turned to Roxy but she was lost in her own world. I turned my head back around to see a white shirt and leather jacket right in front of me. My heart jumped into my throat and it felt as if I was really choking on it. He plopped himself down in the empty seat to my right. I stared at him in shock as panic quickly rose in my chest. Then in Heather's seat to my left Alex sat down. I was literally cornered. This was the plan, to corner me like an animal and kill me that way.

"Do you mind?" I heard a deep voice and realized it was Kade's. I turned to see Roxy giving me a bewildered look as she moved over a seat. Heather returned and gave me a quick look before sitting next to Roxy on her left.

Mr. Evans glanced up from his book and looked from left to right then back again at us. We must've looked like quite the group. I was suddenly very aware of everyone's judgemental stares and felt nervous under their gaze. I turned to the bad boy sitting next to me and looked at him, waiting for an explanation. When he raised his eyebrows, I cracked.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted the best I could in a whisper. "You can't sit here!"

"Its a free country, princess." He grinned at me and anger bubbled up in my chest.

What an asshole.

I stared at the sheet of paper at hand and started to feel self conscious. I hated having everyone look at me, and not only were classmates staring but a hole was being burned into the side of my face. I began to tap my pencil on the desk faster and faster before I earned a shush from the teacher. I set it down and I began to rub my arm nervously. I felt his stare while I did that. I tapped my foot. His stare continued. I finally turned my head to face him.

"What do you want?" I snapped. He raised his eyebrows and continued to look at me.

I sighed in annoyance as I stared right back, that stupid smirk still on his face. Woah, his eyes are so pretty. I stared at them and studied the way the greys and blues swirled together. Heather should draw it sometime, she loved to draw eyes and it was probably what she was best at. I watched the way his pupils dilated and then went smaller again. Eyes are so cool, especially his. They looked like the sky before a lightning storm.

Stop! What are you thinking Emily! Snap out of it!

I'm allowed to say his eyes are pretty, aren't I? You can enjoy the simple pleasure of thinking something is attractive without having to particularly like it. Yes. I'm allowed to think his eyes are pretty.

"Why. Are. You. Staring. At. Me?" I asked in short paraphrases so he would understand. He stared at me blankly for a few moments and the thought that maybe even that was too much for him to comprehend surfaced. "Did you not hear me?" I snapped.

"You've just changed a lot. You're not a shorty or a dork and you talk back to me which I don't approve of but for the purposes of this conversation. I mean I would totally bang you now."

My face scrunched up in disgust as I finally broke the stare and turned my head to see Alex.

"Hey." He smiled at me.