Bad Ass VS Bad Ass

Chapter One

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********Chapter One***********

"That's him..." Rayna tugged violently at my shirt, her eyes flickering with a slight glimmer of curiosity. I followed her gaze to find myself staring at the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen, but couldn't recognize - definitely the new guy everyone's been talking about. As much as gossip and rumors annoyed me, I couldn't blame everyone for finding so much interest in him. He had shaggy dark cararmel hair which was messily gelled up and piercing green eyes to match his outfit - a plain white t-shirt and light jeans. His toned muscles were hugged tightly by the shirt, exposing himself to eye rape of probably hundreds of hormonal teenage girls. The cheer leaders were already desperately throwing themselves at him, practically dying for attention and the most popular guys in the school had already made room for him in their 'gang' - all on the first day of senior year. 

"Who?" I responded nonchalantly but only to carry on the conversation, losing all concern in the new guy and shifting my attention to my locker. 

"Are you serious, Nat? He's Crispen Levi. He just transferred here last week in the holidays and he’s already the most popular guy in the school now – well him and Ashton but still," She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, still staring at the new guy . I rolled my eyes at her. "Need I say more?"

I swear, if anyone but Rayna talked to me in that tone, they would've been added to the list of 27 people I've hospitalized in the last three years. But I just shrugged and fidgeted with my locker combination before opening it and staring blankly at the textbooks in my locker. Being my usual careless self, my textbooks, unlike every other thing I owned -besides my beloved motorcycle of course- was completely clean and generally sanitary; probably because they've never been opened. That reminded me - I don't have the same schedule as last year, which means I don't know if I have any classes with Rayna.

Some background information, Rayna - along with Connor - is my best friend. Now, having a reputation like mine: Felmore High's bad ass, no one ever expected one of the very few people I actually didn't want to kill was a crazy pink-loving girly girl who never broke a nail in her life. 

"Well sorry for not knowing about some random guy on the first day of our senior year." I replied lazily, opening the white crumbled paper I found in my pocket. "Gimme your schedule." 

She took a beige colored paper from her bag and put it in my hands. I dug my nose to smell it.

"Coffee? Really?" I asked.

"You know I'm a klutz." She replied, raising both of her hands in defeat and pouting at me. 

I held back a burst of laughter before comparing her schedule to mine. Rayna was always spilling things over, tripping over, falling and getting her self into all sorts of trouble in accidents. I, on the other hand, had a habit of always getting into trouble purposely. 

Natalie Blakely Valentine Senior

AP English and Literature

Sport

Art

AP French 

Health Education

Science

Study Hall



Rayna Juliet Willow Senior

AP Mathematics

Psychology

History 

AP Italian

Study Hall

Child Development

 Free Period

I didn't have any classes with Rayna, which in all honesty didn't really bother me much. I mean, yes, we've been best friends since kindergarten and I love the girl to bits, but sometimes I'd rather be alone. Other girls along the lockers were practically breaking down in tears and smearing their heavy makeup just because they didn't have the same classes with their 'BFF'. Most girls get attached too much to the point of annoyance. My friendship with Rayna would definitely be maintained even if we didn't spend every hour of every day together. That’s what I love about her.

"What the hell?" Rayna exclaimed, examining our schedules more closely. "No classes together? At all?" 

I was about to reply, but was quickly interrupted by a familiar male voice.

"Sup Natalie!" Connor yelled, running towards me and Rayna. His hair was looking chaotic today, but all the more attractive. Connor was really...pretty. He wasn't a player, but I guess it's fair to say he's 'been around' quite well. He has dirty blonde hair, and a really fit and toned body. He's the school's champion at swimming. He spends more time looking in the mirror than me, but who can really blame him? He's a good looking guy - which is probably why girls are practically lining up to be in a relationship with him. I greeted with a nod and smiled at him.

"Yo Rayna." 

"Yeah let's skip all your swag talk, Connor and get on with what's important." Rayna snapped and smirked at Connor. He was about to open his mouth to retaliate, but she spoke first. "Crispen Levi. He moved here with his dad and already earned the respect of all the popular snobs. He's the most popular guy in Felmore High now and he was expelled from his last school. I think we've got a new bad boy on our hands."

"Seems like you've got some competition, Natalie." Connor nudged me playfully only to be elbowed in the face by me. "Jeez, I was just kidding." He grunted under his breath.

"He's not competition at all. So what? He's got expelled once. I was expelled too- three times. All he's got is some bimbos and ‘cool’ friends. Typical manwhore." I said, venom dripping from my voice. 

"I know he looks like one. And acts like one." Rayna admitted, pressing her lips together. "But that doesn't mean he isn't goddamn fine!"

"You're overreacting, Ray. And you can't spell overreacting without ovary." I paused for effect. "'Cause you're a girl." 

Connor and Rayna both threw their heads back in hysterical laughter. 

"Anyways guys, I gotta get to English class now." I said, pulling Rayna and Connor into a tight hug.
"What? But class doesn't start till another fifteen minutes." 
"I know, but I like to get to class early." 
All three of us started cracking up at the thought of me, Natalie Valentine, going to class early. 
"But seriously, why so early?" Connor asked, suspicious as always. 
I moved away from Rayna and Connor and towards my locker to take out a box of Trojan condoms and a container of lotion.
"Let's just say, when Mr. Amerlie sits on his chair, he's gonna find an unexpected surprise."

***

I quietly tip toed into the English classroom, putting the lotion and balloons on the teacher's table. What was I going to do you ask? Simple. I started inflating the condoms with lotion until it was almost full and put it on the teacher's chair. This is one of my very simple pranks, but seeing a grown sixty year old man jumping around thinking he's got cum all over his pants never fails to crack a smile on my face.
I smirked to myself, amused at my basic yet deadly prank. Before leaving, I couldn’t help but ‘inspect’ the paperwork on Mr. Amerlie’s desk.

Hamlet scene, Romeo and Juliet play, Literature assignment, blah blah blah. English Test Answers. Fuck yeah, jackpot!

Crispen's P.O.V:

It was the first day of senior year at Felmore High and to be honest, I was bored already. It was such a typical high school. Of course, I was obviously the most popular guy now and it was only my first day here. Hot girls throwing themselves at me and jocks bowing down to me, it's not anything I haven't experienced before. 

But beyond the horizon of slutty cheerleaders and jocks, I saw something more. A girl – that wasn’t wearing heavy makeup or skimpy clothing. She was dressed in a studded denim jacket, a simple white top and a pair of light ripped jeans. Her light caramel hair rippled into slight waves that hung over her shoulders, effortlessly sexy and chaotic – not like the cheery bimbos around me that had their hair pulled into a tight ugly pony tail. She stood next to a pretty hot girl – but she had nothing compared to the one I had my eye on.

“Who’s she?” I asked Jake, darting my gaze towards the mystery girl.

Jake Cyrus was one of the only guys I’d met at Felmore High that I could actually stand. His ego was broad - almost as big as mine. He was a good looking guy - the second most popular guy at Felmore. And of course, like many other guys would, he took advantage of his attractiveness and is probably the biggest player you'll ever meet. Seriously - he's never been seen with a girl more than once. 

Jake’s eyes followed my stare and his eyes widened conspicuously before he looked back at me.

“Don’t even think about it bro.” Was all he said, before looking back at her.

“Why not?” I asked. I waited for his response, but he didn’t say anything. I just repeated myself. “Who is she?”

“Your competitor.”

“My competitor?”

“That, there, is Natalie Valentine.” He replied before adding, “Trust me, you don’t wanna mess with her. She’s not the usual fling.”

“And whatever makes you think that?” I asked with a smug look on my face.

Every girl I’d met was begging on their knees for me and I don’t think this Natalie chick is any different. I have to admit though – she looks delicious. Better than any other girl I’ve ever had. But she’ll be mine – sooner or later.

“She’s the bad ass of Felmore. Nobody – not even you – can take her rightful place on the throne. Girls envy her and guys want her. But no one – and I mean no one – messes with her.” His gaze fell on her again, his eyes lambent with passion.

I just scoffed before asking, “And how – exactly – ‘badass’ is she?”
“Expelled from her previous three schools. Gets detention literally every day. She’s-“ Jake stopped and stared at me with a playful smirk. “Aw, does wittle Cwispen have a crush on Natawie?”

I blushed furiously. I didn’t have ‘crushes’. I preferred the word fling.

“Yeah, right.” I responded sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you seem pretty picky with chicks bro. You’ve got girls throwing themselves at you that you don’t even pay any attention to and yet you choose Natalie Valentine as your target?” Jake looked a quick glance over at Natalie again.  “You don’t have a chance.”

"Oh really now?" 

"Trust me. Ashton can't even get her. He's had a crush on her for three years now."

Remember when I said I was the most popular guy at Felmore now? It was the truth, of course, except I forgot to mention I had to share my title with an other guy. Ashton Thorne. He was the quarterback on the football team but didn’t consider himself a jock. He was a confident guy, yet he wasn’t really a player. I've actually never seen him with any girl before. He probably thinks he's too good for them.

“Whatever you say mate” I said as I carelessly slammed my locker door.  “I gotta get to class.”
I checked my class schedule and it turns out English was my first subject. It was fifteen minutes before the bell rang, so I figured I had enough time to fit in a little prank or so. 

***
I was about to walk into the English classroom when I noticed somebody was already in there. A student. And damn was she fine. Her hair was a really light creamy brown colour which hung down to the middle of her back. She was fucking hot. She wore a white ACDC top and ripped jeans and – Oh. It was that Natalie girl.