The Bad Boys a Girl

CHAPTER ONE

"Woah! Woah! I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I didn't know it was you" Jakob put his hands up in surrender and his eyes were wide in fear and he was trembling. My hand was on his chest, pushing him forcefully into the lockers.

I can't talk, I can't. I'm a girl and so I have a girl voice. If I just tried to make a guy voice by making mine really deep I would sound stupid. I could sound threatening though. But I cant risk it, I just can't.

I pushed him into the lockers and then walked away, in the corner of my eye I see him sprawled on the ground.

It wasn't even a big deal, he just bumped into me, then blamed it on me and my horrible eyesight. Of course I couldn't let him stand after that and I knocked his stupid self on his ass.

I was feared by everyone here, everyone has been warned and has seen me in some of my bad moments. I'm just that kind of person. I like it. I'm not loved so I'll be feared.

I wasn't incredibly tall, I was 5,6 and I didn't look all that strong. But that's why they say, don't judge a book by its cover. I could flip a 300 pound man over my shoulder and I could fight like a man.

My parents would always say I fought like a man as a child with my brother. I have two but I'm closer in age with my brother Aiden. He's a year and a half older.

Then there's my other brother Alex who is about four years older than me, he's the good older brother because he's mature and Aiden is just a dingus.

Or at least used to be.

I don't take crap from anyone, no teachers, no strangers, no students, no one. If you give me any shit, you are going to get the bejesus knocked out of you.

You could say I have a little temper, but I use it for my fights in the ring, not at school.

Heading to my last class of the day with a little pip in my step I passed by a group of girls. The very popular girls who like to talk about boys and clothes and here I am, a boy. As I walk by their conversation pauses, and they stare at me flirtatiously.

Okay..creepy girls.

There was Kyleigh, you could say she was the dumb blonde. Then Nicole, oh don't get me started on her, she's the worst in the bunch. Hannah, the leader, then Maddie, the bitch. Ya know, the popular girls.

Okay let me explain a little better. Hannah Morgan, Queen bee, she gets whatever she wants when she wants it.

Kyleigh Grace, the retard, I don't think she ever knows what she's doing. Maddie Taylor, the instigator, she gets on every ones nerves and she knows. Nicole Branson, the slutty, good for nothing, stupid bitch.

Yeah I don't like them.

I'm a judgmental person, also a hypocrite because I beat people up all day and for a living and I'm judging them because they treat people badly.

I'm weird, okay.

I groaned loudly as Mr. Calvin kept talking. He talks too much, like I know a teacher explains stuff but I don't care and I don't need to know and he's giving me a headache.

"Mr. Jackson, I'm sorry am I boring you?" That's Mr. Calvin, ya know...being a smartass.

Don't talk, can't talk.

"What, are you just not gonna respond? You've gotten a minus in participation for four years and you still don't want to do anything about it?" He tilted his head, pretending he's smart and stuff.

Instead of answering I put my feet on the desk and my arms behind my head, relaxing if you will, which is hard in school.

Immediately he's all nonsense.

"No no, this is not a lounge, this is a classroom, if you aren't gonna treat it as such you may leave" he gestured to the door.

Oh my god, is relaxing illegal or something?

I slowly took my feet off the desk and put my arms back at my sides, he was about to continue before I slowly grabbed my bag on the floor and walked casually out of the classroom.

I didn't even hear another negative ass comment leave his mouth, oh my god it's a world record!

What? He gave me permission.

Walking down the hallway to the detention room I saw a smoking hot guy. He's got everything going on. I quickly thanked god for his work while I walked past him.

He was getting a tour of the building by a very obnoxious girl. Her name was Felicity I believe.

She's got her breasts all hanging out and a skirt that's so short, I can see her red lacy underwear.

Is she allowed to wear that to school, how has no one commented, and how is she okay with that?

I shiver in disgust, looking at the lady and she widens her eyes that they bulge out.

Nuh-uh.

She squeals and runs over to me, almost falling on her face in those nine inch heels. No, not every girl dresses like this at my school. Only the ones that were popular and uneducated.

Some were loners, nerds, or self reserved, or they were an actual decent human being and they were normal.

Before she got to me I held both my arms out, blocking her. She huffs and pouts and not wanting to stay, I keep walking.

Bye bye, handsome dude, hopefully she fills you in to not get in my way because I don't want to hurt your pretty face.

He had lightly tanned skin, brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. He looked to be 6,1 or around that and he was super muscular.

I went into the detention room and sat in my usual seat. Mr. Merril was the detention teacher, he was a nice teacher though so he didn't bother me.

I never cared for detention because it didn't matter, everyone gets detention because teachers just hand them out, and Mr. Merril made it tolerable, he would never bother me.