The school's Bad Boy

Chapter 7:His Slave

Okay you won, I will be your slave for a week.

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I part with Isabella, walking down the school hallway. Yeah, I went to school straight from Isabella's, I already took my uniform with me while going for the sleep over.

"Blond hair," that voice which has become so familiar called.

I'm used to him calling me blond hair, I think I actually liked it now.

I turned and greeted him cheerfully. "Hey Shane."

"Why were you not home last night?" he asked shoving his hard inside his pocket.

I guess it's a habit for him.

"Excuse me, were you stalking me?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He laughed, instantly making me feel stupid.

"Stalk you? I came to your house concerning the research. I don't stalk girls, they rather stalk me and even if I do, you are not the type I would stalk." He said with a bored expression.

My heart sank, why did I have to make a fool of myself.

"I'm glad you ain't. If you do, you'd only be wasting your time and when this research is over, I hope you go back to being your usual self." I tried acting unconcerned.

"Of course," he smirk.

I avoided looking at his rich brown eyes, something about the eyes hypnotises me.

"Be home tonight," he lifted my chin with his finger.

"Hmm, Ye-ah, yea-h yeah," I stutter

Damn, the rich brown eyes again.

He stared at me for a moment, then slowly in a calm voice, he asked. "Are you okay?"

My heart stopped. He asked me if I'm okay, he cares.

Too daze to talk, I merely nodded.

He was gone before I could recover.

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"Alice dear, someone is waiting for you downstairs," Mom shouted from the living room.

I jumped up from bed, knowing it's no one else but Shane. I picked a blue crop top to wear on my black short and rushed to the mirror combing my messy hair into a ponytail before making my way downstairs.

There he was, standing with his hands shoved inside his pocket. He was putting on a blue sweater on a white jean, his dark curly hair perfectly combed, looking hot.

I really don't get why this guy is a bully.

"Alice, Shane said you guys have some kind of research to do together right?"

"Yes mom," I replied reluctantly taking my gaze from him to look at my mom. "We would just go into my room."

I didn't wait for a reply before heading upstairs and he followed me.

"You have a nice room," he commented looking around.

My mouth hanged opened, Shane didn't just compliment my room. I couldn't even thank him, looks too good to be real.