Involved with the Bad Boy

Chapter 12

"I'm done with my poem."

Austin said and I stared at him sceptically. It had only been about three minutes since we decided to create our own poems. I mean who creates a poem in three minutes?

"Really? Already?"

I said and he nodded. I haven't even started mine yet. I took his paper to read his poem and I laughed as soon as I read the first line.

"Seriously?"

I asked still laughing and he nodded.

"Yep."

He said laying on the bed. His poem was just so...

"You copied this."

I said.

"No I didn't."

He defended.

"Yes you did. Everyone knows this stuff. I learned in my third grade. Create your own."

I said looking at him.

"Let me see yours first."

He said grabbing my book. There was nothing though. I've cancelled everything I wrote. I thought I knew what to write but I just have a lot of things in my mind that I don't know which one I should write about.

"Really now."

He exclaimed throwing my book at me.

"You complain about mine when you wrote nothing yourself. If what I wrote isn't a poem then I'm not going to write anymore."

He said laying back again.

"Yes you are. There are a lot of things you can write about
Write about the things you love or dispise, someone you admire, teenage ways, a certain situation, a favourite pet. Anything. You can even imagine something and just write about it."

I said enthusiastically. Gosh, I could even write about all the things I mentioned. Things that make up my life.

"I don't have feelings so how can I write about all the stuff you telling me about? Love, hate, admiration? Imagination? Boring stuff."

He said in annoyed manner.

"It's not boring. I gave you ideas and if you don't want them, you can suit yourself Austin. I'm writing mine."

I said with a smile getting hold of my pen and book. Got a lot to write about.

                         ***

"You won't guess who just moved over here."

Gail said as soon as she walked where I was. I just finished packing my books. I locked my locker and faced Gail.

"Moved where?"

I asked leaning on my locker.

"He was transferred here."

She said and I gave her a confused look. Who was she talking about?

"Who?"

I asked.

"Dylan."

Gail said and I froze. Him? Why did he come here?

"And don't overthink stuff, he was just transferred here and nothing else. So keep your cool when you see him around."

Gail said looking at me with concern.

"Don't worry. I'll be just fine."

I assured her with a smile.

"Okay, see you around."

She said and I nodded. Gail left and I just stood there waiting for the corridors to clear. Dylan came here for his own aspects, so his presence shouldn't bother me at all. I assured myself.

I've been tutoring Austin for almost a week now and it hasn't really been as bad as I thought it will be. I started walking to my English class before Mr Polasias gets there.

"Alice."

Someone called my name from behind and I stopped walking. I turned around and came face to face with him.

Dylan.

He hadn't changed one bit. His blonde hair was still neatly comped backwards, his hazel eyes still maintained his innocent look when in reality he's far from innocent. I'm sure his manners hadn't changed either.

"You."

I said in an unfriendly tone.

"Finally we meet again Alice."

He said with a smile and I wanted to wipe it off his face with my hands.

"What do you want Dylan?"

I asked him. What else did he want from me?

"Me? For now, nothing. I just wanted to make sure you know that I am around. See you sweet cheeks."

He said with a wink and left. Sweet cheeks my foot. He's an asshole and I hate him. With every fibre of my being I swear.

He made me fall for him when I was schooling at Jestànislao High where he recently came from. He approached me with that good boy attitude, sweet talked me and professed his fake love for me. And being the naive girl I was back then, I believed him.

He was everything a girl could wish for. Atleast he acted like it. Back then I thought he was a dream come true. A true definition of Mr Right. But all of it was just an act for him. I loved him. I was so stupid back then. I have into his game and he won. He made me trust him. Blindly. Then I gave myself to him. I trusted him with my heart and my innocence. I let him take the most precious thing to a girl. My innocence and pureness. Then it all dawned me. It was all a bet. After I surrendered myself to him, he told me it was all a fucking bet.

He threw the money in my face that he got from his friends for playing me. I still remember his words.

"This two hundred, I got for making you like me. This five hundred, I got for making you fall for me. This one thousand, I got for sleeping with you in advance."

With that he burst out laughing. He didn't care about the tears that were flowing down my face.

"And did I tell you? I'm getting a motorbike from Luke for sleeping with you."

He had said. I couldn't help the humiliation I went through.

Turns out a video was even made about this whole sleeping with me thing. That's how much of an asshole he is. The news had spread so fast I couldn't even face anyone anymore. It was all over the school. I was called offensive names until I just couldn't take it anymore.

I talked to my dad and he got me transferred. I didn't tell him the exact reason why I wanted to be transferred but he agreed nonetheless. That's how I ended up here. I wanted to get away from Dylan and the humiliation I faced in that school.

I hate Dylan.

No matter how much I thought I loved him back then, I swear I hate him now. And if he somehow came here looking for me, he'll get a taste of me surely. I'll make him realise I'm not the same sweet girl he knew a year back. And if he intends to play games with me again, I won't give him the pleasure of winning.