It Must Be Hard Being The Bad Boy

(TRIAL) It Must Be Hard Being The Bad Boy

I woke up this morning actually feeling like going to school. That was until I checked my timetable and realized that I had maths. I don't dislike maths generally, just the people that happen to be in my class. Or in particular, Connor. I've never met anyone so annoyingly frustrating in my whole schooling life. Yes I have had to put up with a few idiots here and there but he just takes it to a whole new level. A level that I definitely could have lived without!

To make it worse, i'm stuck here. For a whole year. To me, that feels like a lifetime. I'm used to travelling around. Moving here and there. Going this way and that. Any other time i would be sick of it, but right now, moving would be just as appealing to me as lollies would be to a little kid.

"Are you ready yet?" Dad calls out from kitchen.

"Yeah, just a second." I reply while trying to put my hair up. I was feeling quite tired today which was a little weird considering i got at least 9 hours sleep last night. I walked into the kitchen to my Dad greeting me with an apologetic smile on his face.

"What's that look for?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I have to work late tonight, it's not gunna be too long though i promise, it's just, i need these extra hours an-"

"It's okay Dad! i understand." I cut him off before he started babbling on and rambling for too long. I walked over to where he was standing and engulfed him into a hug. "One day, everything will be right, i promise." I whispered into his ear before pulling away.

With no more words said, i grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and we headed out the door.

I didn't live too far away from the school i guess, it was only roughly a 5 minute drive. As usual though, the drive to there seemed quick. Too quick.

"Bye Dad!" I shot him a smile and stepped onto school premises.

As much as i say now that i don't like school, that it's annoying or even that i hate it, truth be told, it is somewhat of an escape to me. It is the one place that always seems to run smoothly. I love it's consistency. Homeroom. First period. Recess. Second period. Third period. Lunch. Fourth period. Done. It just repeats. Every single day. It's something i can rely on to not change within a month, or even a week for that matter.

278. My locker number. It is located on the far west side of the H building. Of course, it's a bottom locker, which only means that i have to wait for Miss Queen Bee Chloe, who oh so conveniently has a locker above me, to get her stuff and stop talking about her nails to her friends before i can even think about getting my books.

I head off to maths, which has always been a subject i look forward to but now i don't. I've never had a problem with anyone at other schools that i've attended. No one really bothered with me or bothered to even talk to me. Why this one? and why Connor? The only person i just can't stand to be around. The aura around him sends off bad vibes and i'm just not sure i like it.

"I see you've shown up today. Did you miss me last class?" Of course. It's Connor. He's sitting there all laid back with that signature smirk plastered across his face.

"In your dreams." I roll my eyes at him and take a seat.

"Actually come to think of it, yeah, you were in my dreams last night."

"Probably killing you..." I try to mutter under my breath but it doesn't work. He heard me.

"Ouch. You're so feisty today!" He feigns being hurt.

"And you're being extra annoying today." I plainly state.

He holds his hands up in defeat and continues to do his work with not another word said. Well that is until the end of class bell at least.