The Bad Boy Found A Stain Of Blood In My Bed! ☑️

II. Meeting The Bad Boy

Mileena and his friends –who were my friends now too, I guess– showed me around the many places of the school. I met its people, its surroundings, everything was nice.

"It's really nice." I commented.

"Oh, darling, and you haven't even seen the best part." Mileena said.

"What is the best part?" I asked curiously.

"Meeting the bad boy of Bombocha's High School." Roy replied.

"Hey, I wanted to say it!" Mileena pouted.

"The bad boy?" I repeated confusingly. Let me guess, he's that classic cliché big guy, popular, with lots of friends and a beautiful girlfriend.

"Yeah, it's the popular big guy, with lots of friends and a beautiful girlfriend." Carlos explained. I knew it. "By the way, where's that fucker?"

"Let's check in the cafeteria!" Mileena chirped excitedly and took my arm, dragging me to where the cafeteria was located, the guys following behind us.

We entered the cafeteria and a particular group of people caught my attention. They were standing on a corner, talking and laughing about something.

"There they are!" Mileena exclaimed and dragged me towards them, but I didn't really want to be near them. They didn't look like nice people.

But that boy at the middle did look... nice. Maybe he's the bad boy everybody's talking about?

"Klinton! My faithful friend, what's up? Look! She's the new student!" She said pushing me so I was standing in front of him, while I was dying of embarrassment. "Sandra, he's Klinton Hammerside, captain of the football team! Klinton, she's Sandra, the new freshman girl."

"U-u-u-h... um... H-Hi..." I stuttered stupidly at the sight of the biggest and most attractive jock of the school.

"Great, another nerd." Some girl with super long hair at his side sneered. I'm guessing that was his pathetic excuse of a girlfriend.

"Oh, come now, Vyschüshcka. Don't be rude!" Mileena scolded.

Vyschu- What? What kind of name is that?!

"Pft, whatever." She scoffed and looked back at Klinton. "Just don't get near me or my boy." She said as she ran a hand over his chest. Ugh, what a bitch!

I cleared my throat. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Klinton." I said with a polite smile.

"Yeah." He replied with a very deep voice. "It's not nice to meet you."

I gasped and all of his friends started laughing. Vyschüshcka shot me a bitchy look while my friends wrapped their arms around me. I could feel tears forming on my eyes. My vision blurred with every mock and laugh that came from their mouths.

"Klinton, that was not nice. At all!" Mileena scolded.

"Yeah, man, what the fuck?" Carlos told him.

I turned around and released myself from the arms of my friends. I ran through the hallways, ignoring the weird stares of people and the calls for my friends to go back. I didn't care. I just wanted to disappear from the world.

I found the restrooms and I leaned against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. I hugged my legs, thinking about why he had been so rude to me. I just wanted to die.