Bad Ass VS Bad Ass

Chapter Two

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Natalie’s POV

I took my time to read over the test answers of the English Quiz. I wasn’t worried at all. The worst I would get out of cheating was a detention at the most. I scanned through the titles of books we’d be studying throughout the semester. Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Jane Eyre, Much Ado About Nothing, Vanity Fair – Eugh, how boring. I’ve always thought these kinds of books were overrated just because they were considered to be ‘classics’ and were written by prestigious authors.

And the most annoying thing? When teachers attempt to help students understand the literature of supposedly inspirational authors, they always tend to over analyze the situation to make it seem so much deeper than it was set out to be.

This one time, Mr. Almerie (the teacher I’m about to prank right now) was reading some fancy ass book and whilst reading it, he stopped just to over exaggerate to depth evident in the words. The author wrote something along the lines of “the curtains were blue” and he decided to completely embellish the meaning intended by explaining to the class how “the curtains depict his broad state of depression and lack of will to go on”. I mean seriously, where the fuck did he get that from? The curtains were fucking blue, end of story!

Suddenly, I felt a mysterious presence behind me and a hot breath on my neck. I quickly turned my head around to find Crispen Levi leaning on me, pushing me against the table. His hands were fixed onto the table, almost touching either side of my waist and he was looking straight at me with a cocky smirk.

“The old condom prank? That’s the best you can do?” He looked over at the lotion-filled condoms on the table before returning his intense yet playful stare towards me.

“Like you can do any better.” I scoffed, pushing his shoulders roughly so he would get out of my way. He stumbled back a little and looked at me with a surprised expression but quickly replaced it with a smug look. I was proud of my response to the arrogant way of introducing himself. Seriously? Pushing a girl against the teacher’s desk was the most welcoming way he could think of to introduce himself? How much of a douchebag was he?

Usually I would’ve beat up any guy that’d placed a finger on me, but I was in a good mood today so I managed to control my temper and keep my cool.

“Feisty are we?”

“Dickish are we?”

He chuckled at my response before properly introducing himself this time, “I’m Crispen.”

“And I’m leaving.” I said as I desperately made me way towards to the door.

I honestly don’t know what girls see in him. I mean, sure, he’s hot. I’ve gotta admit it – he’s attractive and I’m sure every average girl would hyperventilate if they were the one he was leaning against. But I wouldn’t really consider myself as an average girl. Average girls always get asked out on dates. Average girls wear short skirts and tight tops that don’t cover any cleavage. Average girls deprive themselves from junk food – which is one of the only things worth living for, may I add – just to look good. Average girls have a caring father.

Of course I don’t mind that I’m not the average girl – in fact, I find pride in the fact I’m not showing off my body to the entire hormonal male population in skimpy outfits like most chicks my age. And why guys don’t ask me out on dates or hit on me? It might have something to do with the fact that I bashed up jock named Jake Cyrus or something and had him hospitalized for a week because he wolf whistled at me when I walked past once– but I’m not jumping to conclusions. I mean seriously, what kind of guy would want to date a girl like me that takes less time than him to get ready in the morning?