Bad Boy. Brad Simpson Fanfiction

My name is Emma and I live in England. I'm your average girl in a average world but a not so average school. Ever since the bad boy Brad Simpson came to my school in grade 10 it's been everything but normal. Brad is the type of guy that's ignorant, always late for class and flirts with every girl. I try to keep my distance but he's in all my classes. I've been unseen by Brad so far but I don't know how long it will last.
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I wake up to my annoying alarm clock that tells me that my horrible day is about to begin.

Ugh it's Monday.

I manage to get myself out of bed, shower, get dressed and eat before getting into my car and go to school.

I swear the only thing that's making me go to school is my friends.

My two best fiends are Caitlyn and Hannah. I have know idea what I'd do without them. We've been best friend since grade 3 and we've basically been connected by the hip ever since.

I park in the school parking lot and walk in.

Obviously the first thing I see is Brad trying to flirt with a girl.

Everyone knows Brad is the bad boy of the school but he's kinda cute so he gets away with most things he does. Did I mention that he flirts with every girl in his sight?

It's disgusting.

I get my books and head to my first class of the day. Art.

It's the one of the only classes I like besides English class because I love to express my feelings through art. The one thing that makes those classes worse is that Brad is in them.

It's not like he notices me because I sit in the back of the class, it's just that I'd rather that he doesn't know I exist.

So far I'm making it work.

I was walking to art class while flipping through my books when someone bumped into me.

"Hey watch where you're going idiot" I said while picking my books up off the floor.

"Me? You were the one looking down into your book"! I heard an all to familiar voice say.

I slowly look up to see Brad staring down at me.

Crap.

His eyes widen and he lends out a hand.

"Do you need help" He said kneeling down to get closer to me.

"I'm fine". I sternly said while standing up.

"I'm Brad" he said putting his hands in his pockets.

"I know who you are, now if you excuse me I'm going to be late for my class" I said starting to walk away.

"What class are you going to" he said.

I wished he'd just stop talking.

I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around.

"Art. And your supposed to be in that class too" I said just wanting to leave.

"So, I don't have to go there" Brad said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"This is why I don't want to talk to you" I said under my breath as I turned around and started walking away.

"What's your name" Brad yelled.

"Figure it out yourself" I sort of yelled.

I liked the fact that I wasn't too scared to talk back to him.

I was about halfway through the school day when my locker slammed in front of me.

"Emma" Brad said sounding a bit excited.

"Yeah?" I said slowly.

"Emma, your name is Emma" he said smiling.

"Congratulations you figured out my name" I sarcastically said.

"So how about I walk you to your next class" Brad said while smirking.

"I hope you know that I'm in all your classes" I said while re- opening my locker.

"Really? I've never noticed you" he said

"Good" I said. And with that, I walked off.

Without Brad.