The Bad Boy is Now a Bad Man

The Plan

Without an expain,Andrew starts to eat his lunch as though we are not sitting on the main stage for production behind the curtain. 

This normal is not my normal. 

Maybe he owns this normal. 

But not me.

"You are way smarter than I ever realize." Andrew says. 

"What do you mean

"The whole good girl act," Andrew smirks, "So all to get trust from the people around. I find that to be impress."

"You figure me out."

"I know I figured it." Andrew smirked.

I took a bite from the left side of my apple, a few apple drops slid down my chin. For a moment I panic, think that maybe Andrew saw.

But he is too immersed in his own food, shoving it down like he is hungry.

"Here is what we are going do." Andrew set down his lunch tray and looked up.

His dark black hair hung either side of his face, long and straight. Behind his hair curtains, his emerald eyes shone like jewels. He was up to something in there. I could sense his feelings.

"We are gonna be a team. Nobody can know we are friends, that way you can help me pull of any rule breaks that I want."

"And why would I do that?" This me I roll my eyes. 

"Because it'll be fun. Plus, we can be true friends anyway."

"What you mean?"

"We can't let any of the teachers or goody shoes know we are friends. Basics, no other nerds or people in authoritative." Andrew smiles for a moment. "But I have feelings that we will get along just fine."

"I'm not convinced."

"What," Andrew leaned forward and smirked, "You have not had dreams about breaking the rules with someone who is simular to me?"

"Don''t flatter you ego." I roll me eyes backward so it looks like I rolled them.

"Okay fine. But you are smart. You have to expect me to know that you get bored of course." Andrew rolls his own eyes backward.

"I do get bored..."

"Perfect then. We'll start making plans next lunch."

"Next lunch?" I say, looking up as Andrew stands. 

Just like that the bell for lunch to be over rings out over the school. Right after Andrew stood up from sitting.

"Meet me here tomorrow,' Andrew turns on his heel. "Oh, and you bet eat more tomorrow when you eat lunch"

I sit in disbelieve. He wasn't even wearing a watch! He knew exact when the lunch would not happen anymore. 

Maybe he is more smart than I thought that I knew.

Maybe I am in big troubler than I thought.