Ballet or Bad Boys

Kayson Ford

      "Late, again." I herd the nasily voice of my English teacher as I rushed into the crowded class. Everyone's eyes pierced my skin as my face got red hot from the embarrassment. "It better not happen again!" She scolded me. "Homework." She looked at me, holding out her hand. I scrabbled through my book bag filled with unorganized papers. I found the assignment and fumbled to the front of the class. She snatched it away and began to teach once again.

     "Its only the third week, get it together." Nick said as he playfully pushed me. I blushed. "Its hard, its such a big transition." I whispered. We stopped talking before we got caught. Nick was my class buddy, he sat next to me in all my classes and reminded me about homework when I'd forget. He was my savior.

    "Pssst....hey!!" Nick whispered. I looked over and saw him pointing to his phone. "What?" He bugged his eyes out like I was supposed to know already. "We're skipping next period." I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. "Please! Just this once." I shook my head in disbelief, the honer student...skips class. That doesn't even make a little bit of sense. "That's it, Miss. Gray.....out!!" I started tearing up because I've never been sent out before. "But.......I....i didn't do anything." I ple I gathered my things fast, my hands were full of clutter. I opened the door and BOOM! I ran into the processors kid. I dropped all my things, everything was everywhere. "Fuck! I'm sorry." The kid said. "Mr. Ford, watch your language and escort this young lady to Professor Ford." He helped me with my stuff and even carried some of it for me. "I'll be back bitch." He said and  winked at Mrs. Tuner as we walked out.

     "You're new." I nodded."Was it that obvious?"  He laughed. "Its always hard the first couple of months. You'll get into things, don't worry." I was confused. "You go here? I thought...." He kind of just ignored me. "C'mon." He flicked his head to the side. We changed directions. "Um this isn't the way...." I stuttered as he inturupted me. "Ease up will ya! Just a bit of fun."  He brought me outside to the bench in the parking lot.

        He held out a hand. "Kayson Ford." He grinded. "Anabelle Gray." I shook his very large hands. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took one out. He frantically searched himself. "Smoking kills you know?" He rolled his green eyes. "You were right, I don't go here, I was expelled for reckless endangerment." He scoffed as he lit and inhaled the toxic cancer stick. "What you do that was so reckless?" I asked. He laughed, "You ask a lot of questions." I was silent. "I brought a guitar to school and smashed my dads office and destroyed most of his things, then I road my skateboard through the hall way while extinguishing most of the school." I just started at him as he continued to smoke his cigarette. "Yeah pretty badass, I know." I couldn't be hanging with a badass, if any one found out they might think I was to and I wasn't. I picked my things. "Oh C'mon, I'm not that bad." I continued walking not saying anything.

My goodness. That boy, he was so beautiful and everything my mothers hated, I want that boy.