The Bad Girl And Good Boy

CHAPTER 3 ( This arguing is just not my type of arguing)

 Jewel's POV

I couldn't stop laughing, both at Roosevelt and my "damsel." Despite looking gross with paint dripping from his head, he somehow managed to still look hot. Standing outside the boys' changing room, I couldn't contain my amusement as I waited for him to clean up.

When he finally emerged with wet hair and a drenched shirt clinging to his body, I found myself gulping and biting my lip. His confusion was palpable. "Why are you here? Are you not done with me yet?" he asked, his tone bewildered. Smirking, I replied, "Actually, I will never be done with you."

Watching his cheeks flush a deep scarlet, I reveled in the sight. "What a fine view," I thought to myself as I walked away. But when I say I'm not done, I mean it. Just wait and watch, damsel.

Marc's POV

Jewel Lockhart is a menace. A psycho, really. Why did it have to be me who caught her attention? I headed to my next class, hoping for some normalcy. Professor Goodman was already at the board, writing out biological facts. Normally, I sit at the front corner, but with Drake absent, the seat next to me was empty. The class, usually quiet and sleepy, was buzzing with noise and laughter. Turning around, I saw why: Jewel had entered the room. Great.

Fearful of another prank, I inspected my desk for chewing gum but found none. The professor, tired of Jewel's antics, called her out. "Miss Lockhart, sometimes you should consider studying in class rather than just fooling around."

"Yes, sir," she replied nonchalantly, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. The professor, in a bid to rein her in, decided she should sit next to me. My heart sank. Jewel rolled her eyes and made a loud entrance to her new seat beside me. So much for keeping my distance.

While the professor droned on, Jewel seemed lost in her thoughts, smiling to herself. For the first time, I took in her features up close: those mesmerizing blue eyes, her hair tied back with loose strands framing her face. She was... enchanting. Realizing I had been staring, I quickly looked away.

"Enjoying the view, huh? Damsel," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. I stammered a reply, "No, actually I... umm..." She cut me off, "Concentrate, damsel." My cheeks flushed crimson, and she gave me a smirk that only made her look more attractive. What was happening to me?

Principal Charlie interrupted the class, giving Jewel a warm smile and welcoming her back. He asked to see her in his office after class. Was this affection or a warning?

Jewel's POV

I wrinkled my nose at the principal and headed to his office. "Miss Lockhart, you should focus your energy on something productive. Here, an admission form for a debate competition. You're good at arguing, aren't you?"

"No, sir. Not interested," I replied dryly, leaving his office. I needed a beer after such an eventful first day.

At home, the smell of chocolate cake greeted me, but Grace quickly dashed my hopes of indulging. "This is not for you," she scolded. I gave her my best I-don't-give-a-damn look, but she remained firm.

My friends arrived, each with a beer in hand. We sat in the balcony, gossiping. Natasha updated us on the latest school news, with me being the hot topic. Veronica suddenly pointed at me, her blue eyes demanding answers. "What's it about the nerd and you?"

"I gave him a ride because he needed it, okay? It's over," I said, trying to end the conversation. Natasha, however, insisted, "It better be over. Your reputation is at stake."

Veronica winked at me, whispering, "There's a hot guy waiting for you in your room." Intrigued, I headed to my room, knowing it could only be Carter.

Carter hugged me from behind, his familiar cologne filling my senses. "It's been a while since we broke up," he whispered. "We weren't compatible," I replied. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes filled with lust. "Not compatible, huh? Let's see tonight," he said, before our lips met in a passionate kiss.

Later, as I lay in bed, I tried a new hairstyle from a YouTube video, though I knew I wasn't as skilled as Veronica. My thoughts wandered to Marc. What was it about him that intrigued me so much?
 
In class, Roosevelt's gasp at seeing me felt like a badge of honor.

I sat at the back, noticing a hot guy next to me. "I'm Andrew Wilson," he introduced himself. "I'm Jewel Lockhart," I replied, though my attention was on Marc as he entered the room.

When a jock tripped him, making him fall, I felt a surge of anger. Resisting the urge to punch the jock, I watched helplessly as Marc got up and straightened his clothes, our gazes locking briefly. His eyes revealed nothing, but I dropped mine in shame.

Andrew's laughter was infuriating. "Maybe you should forget the date we planned tonight," I snapped. Moving to another seat, I tried to focus on anything but Marc. Ignoring him was going to be damn difficult.