Behind the Bad Boy

Chapter Four

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad!” Gabby said, tugging at my arm.

I slumped moodily in my seat. I was sitting in my second period class, Calculus, and it was about five minutes before the bell that would schedule the end of class was going to ring.

Why was I moody? Because of a certain intimidating, easily irritated someone who thought it would be funny to make me late on my first day. I didn’t know his name, so for now that was my nickname for him.

Recap:

“You can go in now.”

I gaped at the nameless boy as he gave me one last smirk, then turned and walked away. Fuming, I opened the door and stepped inside the classroom, all the while trying to get myself under control.

That stupid, egotistical little son of a bi—

 

“Ah, you must be Miss Evans. A little late there, aren’t we?” A brisk male voice asked.

—scuit.

What I was guessing to be around thirty pairs of eyes all turned to look at me, their faces burning with curiosity and amusement. The teacher himself wasn’t smiling, but had the same emotions in his eyes.

I cast my head down. “I’m sorry sir. I er, got a bit lost.”

“Well, that’s to be expected. I’m sure none of the other students in this class were ever on time when they first started here.”

I looked up, about to give him a look of gratitude, when he continued.

“So, since you’re new, and while the whole class is still paying attention, I think you should tell us all about yourself and exactly what you thought and saw during your little wandering experience this morning.”

He was so not getting that look now.

End of recap

 

“You weren’t there.” I said to Gabby. “You weren’t the center of attention, having to speak in front of God knows how many teenagers. And about your personal life! I think that should be a type of harassment. What if your life is too personal? Or maybe your family doesn’t want you to talk about it? Or—,”

My blond friend poked my arm. “Well, does any of that apply to you?” She asked.

I frowned at her. “No . . .”

“Then why are you so worked up? It’s not like you got a detention. Now that would be unfair.”

I sighed. “I know, I know. I guess I’m just mad that he made me do that. What are we, like ten, that we still have to have ‘Share Time’?”

Gabby let out a light laugh.

The bell rang over our heads, and everyone immediately stood up to leave. Gabby and I followed behind.