Badboy returns.

"No!"

“What?” I asked dumbly.
Did this jerk just ask me if I have a boyfriend?

“You heard my princess,” he said smirking down at me.

“Why don’t you go call one of your little girl toys and just get the fuck out of my life.” I said crossing both my arms around my chest and trying my best to make a mad face. But I think I failed because as soon as those words left my mouth his smirk only grew larger.

“Pushed a button?” he simply asked again with that stupid smirk.

I didn’t even bother to answer; I just turned away and started to walk to the opposite side on the street.

“Would you rather me calling you fatty like I used to?” He said with a proud look on his face, which only made my rage grow.

As soon as he called me that my mind went right back to the way my life usto be before he left and I had made friends:

˜flashback˜

The day I dreaded the most was finally here. Gym class.
Some of you may ask why I was being so dramatic because of just one simple gym class, but for me it wasn’t JUST a gym class it was my worst nightmare the reason being that I had to wear a bathing suit in front of my whole grade.
I tried to convince my mother to hand me a letter saying that I couldn’t swim due of medical conditions but the woman was hard to convince so all she said was that I had to face my fears and don’t let other bring me down.
Yeah right!
I came out of the changing room with a towel wrapped around my whole body and sat down on one of benches as far away from the other people in my grade. Sort of a sad attempt of trying to hide.

“Ohh, look guys miss fatty over there decided to join the swimming class for a change hope she doesn’t take all the water out of the pool” Logan said from behind me.
Everybody started to laugh and all I could do was run away and hide in the changing room for the rest of the lesson.

˜End of flashback~

I turned around as I stormed back to him.

“What do you want?” I asked boldly hoping that my sudden act of bravery wouldn’t backfire up on me.

“I told you already poppy, I want to be friends, I want to have the chance to say that I am sorry for the dumb things that I did to you. I want to make it up to you and most of all I want to show you that I have changed and that I am no longer that asshole that made your first year of high school a living hell.” He said with a soft smile on his face.

“So you think, that you can walk right back into my life and just be my friend? After everything that you have done to me?” I asked in shock.

“Yes, I do” he mumbled, shuffling around.

“No!” I stated as I walked away, not looking back at the boy behind me.
‘Who the hell does he think he is?’ I thought to myself.

I hoped you liked this chapter. It was written by an amazing wattpad writer, bibas_veiga.

I will be writing the next chapter...