Behind Every Bad Boy

| Chapter 47 |

Chapter 47:

Monday.

Everyone hates Mondays, except those smart kids at school.

Who even created school? Why am I still going to school? I got parents that send me money every week. I'm not a spoilt brat or anything but school and I aren't best of friends. I hate waking up every morning just to see the same moody teachers and a few bitches as well.

I could be doing something with my life. I don't need Maths and Science to become a poet. Oh, in case y'all didn't now I'm an aspiring poet. I express all my feelings with poetry.

Groaning, I woke up from my bed and got ready for the day ahead of me. I was waiting for Amanda to come pick me up by my front porch when my phone rang.

I rolled my eyes as soon as I saw who was calling me.

"Mrs Mom."

"Oh honey, when will you learn to call me mom."

Because your ass doesn't act like a real mom.

"I guess I'm used to calling you Mrs Mom." I said with a small laugh.

"Your father will send you your weekly allowance by the end of the day. Be a good girl and do well at school. Bye."

"But-

Then she expects me to call her my mom when she doesn't even ask me how I am or how is life treating me. Money is all she thinks about.

As soon I removed my phone from my ear, Amanda's car came into view.

I looked at my phone feeling angry at my foster mom. Why can't she just have a normal conversation with me that doesn't have to do anything with money.

I got up angrily with my backpack hitting against my back.

"Who ruined your mood so early?" Amanda asked once I had hopped inside the car.

"Maleficent." I said while I was putting on my seat belt.

So Amanda came up with this code name for my foster mom. Maleficent. I don't know why she gave her that name.

"Oh no, what did she want?"

We reversed out of my driveway, "She didn't even ask me how I freaking am. She just said my dad will send me money. Like I fucking care about their stupid money."

"When was the last time they visited?" She asked.

"A year ago. I would rather stay at that orphanage then be alone." I admitted honestly.

_________________

"I'll see you during lunch." I said to Amanda as I gathered my books from my locker.

"See you then." She rushed off to her class since she's always late.

I made sure I had every book I needed. I remember how my chemistry teacher chased me out of the class once just because I forgot my textbook.

I closed my locker and dropped the books on the floor as soon as I saw the person standing next to me.

I rolled my eyes at him before bending down to collect my books. "What do you want, Josh?"

He crouched down to help me but I slapped his hand, "I got it."

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I came to apologize."

"For what exactly?" I stood up and looked at him dead in the eyes.

"For the pain I caused you."

"Wow Josh. Don't you think that it's a little bit too late."

"I know, I've always wanted to apologize but everytime I saw you I pussied out. I'm sorry." He reached out to touch my shoulder but I flinched and took a step away from him.

"3 years, Josh! 3 fucking years!" I screamed angrily. "For what? For sex!?"

"No babe, it's not like that. Please just let me explain." He begged.

"Your explanation is not gonna fix anything." I said finally and with one last glance I walked away from him.

A part of me wanted to go back to him and let him explain but another part of me said that I deserved better.

__________________

"How do I know that Austin helped with this project?" Ms Fletcher asked, eyeing my our project.

"He signed on it." I said, standing up from my regular seat and showing her Austin's signature on the left side of the project.

"Mmmh. I see the signature. Are you sure you didn't make the project all by yourself and asked Austin to sign on it to make it seem like he helped you?"

Okay, that's enough!

"Look Ms Fletcher. I don't know what you want from me anymore. The project is right infront of you with Austin's signature on it. If you don't believe me then that's a you problem. But I've played my part." I said grabbing my school bag and slamming the class door behind me.

How dare she! I don't understand teachers these days. Then they wonder why we students are disrespectful. It's their attitude towards us that makes us back chat them. Even my own damn mother doesn't speak to me like these teachers do. Then they expect us to respect them. Respect my ass.

I went to the girls restroom and waited for the bell to ring. I sure as hell didn't want to go back to that class.

To keep myself busy I decided to call Austin.

"To what do I owe this pleasure." His velvety voice spoke through my phone.

"Don't worry it's nothing special. I'm just passing time by calling you."

"Passing time? Aren't you supposed to be learning or whatever you kids do at school?"

"I just don't want to go back to class."

"Why? Where are you?" He asked getting worried.

"I'm in the girl's restroom. I ran out of class."

"That's so unlike you. What happened?"

"Ms Fletcher happened. She thinks I did the project all by myself then I forced you to sign on it, to make it seem like you helped me."

"I knew that bitch never liked me." He laughed

"I don't think she's capable of liking anybody." I laughed with him.

"I feel sorry for her husband."

"I don't think she has one." I giggled.

_________________

Hey Guys! Thank you so much for your support 💞

Follow me on Instagram: king_zeze.x