*Drew's pov*
I wiped the blood from my bottom lip, as the other guy stood up from the ground with the help of his two buddy's that were watching me beat the hell out of him.
"this isn't over" he groaned grabbing on to his friends limping away. I spit out the rest of the blood out of my mouth on to the ground. I walked to the school a few blocks away with minor injuries.
i looked at my glasses that had cracks in the lenses and the frame was chipped in a few places. I sighed. "this is my 6th pair this week..."
I keep walking to school putting my broken glasses in my back pocket. As I entered school grounds I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter.
As soon at i got a cigarette between my lips it was taken. i looked at the person who took it. holding my pack of cigarettes in one hand with my lighter getting ready to punch the person.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" this man's voice made me feel at ease. I unclentched my fist plucking my cigarette back from between the man's fingers.
looking at him from head to toe. He was a teacher. "Geez what's with you teachers? its a cigarette nobody's around just let me smoke!" I rolled my eyes.
"im not going to stop you and I never was, I was going to say that these death sticks are going to kill you one day" he was calm.
I smiled "that's the point" I put the end of the cigarette back in my mouth and lit it. your a teacher aren't you supposed to like give me detention or something?" I asked taking the cigarette out of my mouth holding it between my fingers and blowing the smoke out away from the teacher.
"yes, but you are 19 so you are aloud to make your own disisions, I've heard a lot about you Drew...I'm Mr. Monroe the new teacher, and I believe you are late for the first day of school" I rolled my eyes.
"ok captain obvious, want to state anything else I already know?" I said sarcastically. I finished off my cigarette in silence. after I was finished with it I put it out stuffing my pack in my pocket along with my lighter.
I walked inside with Mr. Monroe following.
Mr. Monroe has a small build and black hair that was short. he wore black suit pants and a white long sleeve button up shirt with a black tie and nice black shoes. he wore contacts that you could clearly see when he looked to the side without turning his head, and was maybe 5'6.
I got to the office and walked in. some of the office ladies glared probably thinking why I was back this year. I just smiled and said.
"I need my schedule and a tardy slip" she slid both the sheets of paper across the small counter that separated us. "thanks cherry" I smirked grabbing the papers and walking out of the office. The bell rang as I walked up to my first class. "that was easy" I chuckled.
I found out my next class room and started walking downstairs where it was located. When I stepped into the class room the Mr. Monroe stood there greeting students. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the back. you've got to be joking.
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Boys New Attitude
Teen FictionDrew is a 19 year old male with glasses and the strength of two jocks, and repeating his senior year of high school. Drew is a trouble maker and likes to get in fights, because he knows he will win. he smokes and skips class, but once he sets his e...