The bad boy knows how to love.

Party?

The rest of the school week went by quite swiftly, i became really good friends with Anna and managed to blend in pretty well amongst all the students.

Dylan seemed to be avoiding me ever since his encounter with Jack at my house, not that I'm complaining, i can do without his playful flirting for a while.

And as for Jack, well, I've seen him around a few times, on his motorbike usually, in the parking lot at school or around the town but i haven't spoken to him. And I'm not planning to. Im definitely not the type to approach a guy first, and i don't think he wants to talk to me anyway. Im pretty sure the only reason he took me out that one time was to clear up any bad rumours about him, since he has such a dangerous reputation, which he successfully did, i now know he's a decent guy. Thats it.

Im not attracted to him anymore and I'm definitely not thinking about him 24/7.

Really.

Okay.. maybe a little.

But ill get over it.

It was now Friday aka my favourite day of the week as it meant i can go home and read/watch anything i want, without feeling guilty about not doing my homework because i know i still have Saturday and Sunday to do it.

Walking early into my last lesson i was grateful to see that the room was empty and i could choose whatever seat i wanted. However my happiness was short lived as the next person to walk into class after me was Dylan with his usual smirk plastered on his face.

A bad boy is early to class? This town really doesn't like to follow regular stereotypes.

"Look who it is" He says whilst sitting down in the seat next to mine.

I just give him a fake smile in response.

"Oh come on, you're not happy to see me Miss Daisy?" he asks still smiling.

But i completely ignore his question and tell him not to call me Miss Daisy instead.

"So, theres this party tonight at Max's place, you should come, in fact you should come as my date" he suggests, kind of rushing out the last part and awkwardly scratching his neck.

I recall Anna mentioning something about this party earlier this week, and from what i remember she said Max is one of the wealthiest kids in this school. He does seem pretty popular but i haven't talked to him at all so i don't really know much about him.

The idea of going to a party is just not my thing, it was J's thing. She would always try and take me out to the parties she went to but i would just end up staying sober the whole night, judging everyone at the party and secretly wishing i was home in my bed.

Although now i can't help wishing for one more chance to go to a party with Jess, this time i would definitely make the most of it and spend the whole night dancing and talking to her. Maybe if i was more like her she wouldn't have ever wanted to leave, because she would have someone she could relate to.

"No thanks" I answer Dylan bluntly.

"Why not? You look like a party girl to me, I'm sure you'll have a good time, please-" he protests but luckily a crowd of people, including the professor, enter the class and cut him off making me instantly grateful that i don't have to argue with him about my decision.

Throughout the lesson i notice that he continues to look at me. Whenever I'm writing, reading or listening to the teacher, i can literally feel his eyes on me and it makes me uncomfortable. I decide to escape the room as soon as the bell rings without giving him a chance to talk to me.