Bad Boy Shivers

Chapter 1

Regan’s P.O.V- 

Well this is it, the last day in this stupid stink hole until summer break is over. Summer break will be tomorrow and I will be out of here for a good four weeks.

I looked down at my feet as I climbed the steps to the doors of the hell hole, called Summer- ville high. As I lifted my attention from my feet to the doors, I saw Zach holding open the door for a couple girls. I knew Zach, I think he was in my science class. I have never really talked to him before but he isn’t mean to me or anything. So I took that as I good sign and hurried my steps trying to reach the doors before they closed. My hands were full of books. 

Just as I reached the doors I turned to Zach ready to thank him for holding the door for me.  But to my surprise he scoffed at me and whirled around, stomped his way into the school. I noticed that he made an effort of slamming the door in my face too. I really wanted to pull the finger at him or do something but my hands were full, so I made the effort of rolling my eyes instead. No one here at this school treats me with an ounce of respect.

 Well of course apart from Chloe.

Once I finally finished struggling to get the doors open, I made my way over to my locker. I used a shortcut through the gym. It was a route I knew far too well. Once I finally reached my locker, I put in the combination on my lock. My birthday. I know, I know, really easy and it was far too common a code. But really no one cares about me here, so why would they bother finding out my birthday to get into my locker. 

I jammed all my books and paper into my locker. Everything I didn’t need until summer break was over. 

“Woah, If you need some more space, put some things in my lockers, it’s practically empty anyway”. Chuckled Chloe from behind me. Chloe was gorgeous with her blonde straight hair and bright blue eyes. No wonder the boys like her. Then theres me with with my pain brown wavy hair and brown eyes.Nothing to special.

“Nah I’m fine, thanks though” I replied chuckling. I pulled out my phone and checked the time.

“Man, we better get running if don’t want to be late to english” I said. I looked around the halls and noticed everyone else clearing out too. Chloe gave me a look of Horror. She hated english and so did I. But she had a burning passion for it. Maybe it was Mrs Green that made the subject so horrible. She was just such an old Cow.

Chloe groaned and I sighed. I turned around and headed for English. Chloe at my side a second later. I noticed we were walking in sink. When we finally reach english, I opened the door and walked in taking my usual seat at the front. No, I didn’t chose this seat, if I could have choose a seat, it would be one way in the back corner. As far away from Mrs Green as possible. But the old cow assigned us our seats.

Thats why I have a seat directly in front of Blake. Blake. I hate him, I hate him so much. I may hate him but there’s no denying that he is pantie dropping delicious. No wonder the girls are all over him. With this strong structured jaw and perfect brown hair always styled in a casual quiff at the top of his head. It was clear he didn’t use product it was just his neutral sort of look.I never did anything to him but as soon as he met me, he started calling me names and picking on me. His hatred for me must have grown over the years because the bullying has just got worse and worse. And because he is popular, so everyone hates me. I never did anything to anyone to hurt them in anyway either. He has never harmed me physically though, so I suppose that’s something. The worst he has hurt me physically is just tripping me over a couple times or giving me a shove if I got in his way. 

I suppose the seating arrangement wasn’t too bad. Blake barely showed up for english, I wouldn’t be surprised if he failing this class. At my own little joke, I snorted. Everyone around me sending me a deathly glare. Woah, I didn’t even do anything but snorted a little, I mean come on. I sighed and rolled my eyes, reaching into my pocket and grabbing out my favorite chocolate bar of all time. A Moro. I was practically drooling just looking at it. But a voice I knew all too well interrupted my Moro fest.