A Wild Past

Alright...

Marsha

I wasn't someone for pranks, getting into trouble, or anything.

But, I liked making money and seeing others get what they deserved.

I watched one of the geeky freshmen try to make out with one of the popular cheerleaders as part of a dare we'd made for lunch.

As I did, I heard someone sit beside me.

"Is this seat taken, Little Lady?"

I glared over my shoulder before I saw it was the new bad boy, Doug Leary.

"No." I sighed.

He smirked before he sat beside me.

"By the way, thanks for that tutoring. I got an A."

"Hey, that's great." He smiled at me.

For some dumb reason, I was lucky I was sitting, cause that smile made my legs feel like jelly.

"So... Doug... what's your major?" I asked plainly.

He shrugged, "Undecided... I only came to enjoy the... College experience."

I smirked a bit before I started eating.

"By the way, I saw you slip some money to the Cheerleader to kiss him." He whispered in my ear.

My eyes bolted up and I turned to him, "How?"

"I'm pretty quick..." He shrugged.

I looked away and went back to my eating.

"...If you want any help with your History class... I'm always willing to help."

"Thanks, but no thanks." I denied, continuing to eat.

"Alright, if you're sure." He shrugged, before he also started to eat.

Glancing at his plate, I frowned.

Other than the main dish of the day, a slice of pizza, he had an apple and some tomatoes.

"Why'd you get such a small plate?" I inquired.

He blinked, looking down at it.

"Oh... I have a small stomach as it were... I don't eat a lot."

"That's sad." I let out.

He shrugged, before he bit into his apple, "True, but an apple a day keeps the doctor away, so..."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head, "I prefer oranges, if I'm honest."

"Ya mean the fruit that doesn't rhyme with anything?"

"That'd be the one." I confirmed.

He chuckled softly, before he went back to eating, "I just like apples. They're pretty versatile... And they don't get confused with a color."

I nodded my head to the side, "I get it."

He smiled a little more, before I noticed his eyes seem to look into space.

"You okay there?" I asked calmly.

"Huh?" He blinked, turning to me, "Uh... Yes. I'm fine... Just... Thinking about some homework I needed to get done."

I scoffed, "Don't you do anything fun?"

"Ah, let's just say... I'm not that kinda guy anymore."

"Really?" I mocked, "And what's the new Doug Leary like?"

"...Why don't you find out for yourself?" He turned to me, smirking.

I wouldn't admit this out loud... But he looked hot in just doing that.

But, I easily brushed it off, "No thanks."

"Your loss." He turned back to his plate.

I bit down a scream and continued to eat.

"...You okay?" He inquired calmly.

"Doing Great...!" I gritted my teeth.

He smirked again, going back to his meal, "Whatever you say..."

I swear, if I had to deal with this guy ever again, it would be too soon.