Detention With The Bad Boy

Ⅵ - You're Way Too Jelly

MARCUS' P.O.V

PATRIDGE MONTECLAIR HIGH, CAFETERIA, LUNCH.

"Bro!" Someone yelled in a distance. Everyone in my table looked at the source of the voice.
"Bro!" As the guy came nearer, I can see that it's Joshua Villafuerte, my bestfriend.

"Yo, what's up?" I hollered, as he got near. Everyone moved out of the way for Joshua so that he could go to me.

"Guess what, I just saw the hottest girl ever!" He exclaims, a little bit breathless while smiling like a retard.  "I think she's the—"

But before he could continue, Samantha Block, my somewhat girlfriend, well, she's not my girlfriend, she just assumes she is and everyone else does too, but, were not official or whatever, I just entertain her when I'm bored.

"E-ehem, hottest girl ever? Are you joking?" Samantha asked as she blew on her manicured nails.

"What?" Josh snapped, annoyed that Samantha cut into his news.

"Hottest girl? You're talking to her right now." Samantha smirks, her eyes full of pride for herself, making her bitch crew snicker.

"Whatever." Josh rolls his eyes at Samantha and Samantha gave him a fake, sweet smile. The drama of these guys.

"So, Josh, who's she?" I asked as I leaned forward.

"Why are you interested babe?" Samantha purred into my ears and I brushed her off. Some girls at my table snickered and Samantha shot them her glare that instantly made them shut up.

I chuckled as I watched them. Every girl in this school adores me and is scared of Samantha. Every guy in school wants to be me and is scared of me and also, they are also idiots who wants to be Sam's boyfriend.

Though I can't blame them, she's bitchin' hot— but for me, she's a complete bitch who's too into herself. Besides, she's very easy to get, not really my type.

"So?" I asked Joshua as he devoured a burger.

"I think she's the new girl, Isay something." My ears rang at the sound of that fucking name. "Oh, and by the way, I heard some of the guys said you're losing your popularity and bad boy touch, I think so too." He added fast as he draped his arm over my shoulder.

Everyone at my table looked at me, waiting for my come back. I shrugged his arms off of my shoulder and gave him a stoically impassive face.

"So, you think I'm losing my touch?" I asked him, my tone blank and unreadable. No one has ever tried to bitch with me, he better know what he's doing.

He held up both his hands as if telling me he doesn't mean anything bad.

"Look, don't get offended Marc." He murmured appologetically. This son of a backstabbing bitch. I know what this is all about, it's about him, losing the quarterback title to me.

"You're way too jelly." Ashton, our team's best defense cuts into our conversation.

I looked at Ashton, a smirk on my lips. Even this asshole thinks I'm better than Joshua.

"Huh? What?" Josh strolled over to Ashton and sent him a threatening stare, but Ashton just scoffed.

"I said, you're way toooo jelly." Ashton repeated, his tone is purely mocking, making me and my other friends snicker.

"I am not jealous." He turned to me with that annoying fake innocent look on his face again."I'm not jealous of you bro, you're my bestfriend." He smiled and pats my back.

Yeah right you double crossing fucktard. I've learned my lesson with these so called bestfriends of mine. I've been backstabbed once, I know very well how this goes.