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(Goody Two Shoes)

  Sitting and twiddling my thumbs was something that I was never really good at. Yet it seems to be the one thing I catch myself doing oftentimes.

  The front office of the school was quite nice, aesthetically pleasing, some would say. I spend most of my time here, running ideas past the vice principal before putting them into action. Being the school's student body president was no easy task, but I could handle it all the same.

  This was the third time I've been in the office, and it's only Tuesday.

  My bag sits miserably between my legs, just barely holding my books inside it. My IB classes are really kicking me in the ass, although, I wouldn't tell anyone that. I stare ahead quietly analyzing the trophy case that sits across from me in the hallway. The trophies and jerseys litter the wall, creating quite the impressive display.

  I wave kindly to the woman walking by, Cindy, is what we called her. She ran the attendance office, and I had been in there to see her enough to establish a first name basis.

  Still looking ahead, I keep myself out of trouble. My phone sits still in my bag, never once coming out unless I'm told to have it on me. I'd say I'm a good kid, according to the vice principal, I'm one of the best. (Unbeknownst to the other students, of course.)

  Out of the corner of my eye, I recognize a figure walking towards me. Tilting my head to the right, I could tell who it was. I never knew his name, but I had seen him enough times to understand that he was trouble.

  I watch him, studying his movements as he takes the seat next to mine. He sets his bag down next to him, letting it fall over, the contents inside spilling out.

  "Shit!" he exclaims, picking up his items quickly.

  I could only recognize one of the things he tried desperately to hide, and I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure vapes weren't allowed anywhere near campus.

  The boy slumps back into his chair with a harsh sigh, slowly steering his gaze over to me. "What are you lookin' at?" he interrogates me, seemingly intruding my personal space simply by staring at me.

  "Oh, nothing." I reply quickly, switching my eyes back to the awards that sit parallel to us.

  He snickers shortly, probably satisfied that he's actually made me nervous. I tap my finger tips on my leg, waiting quietly to be able to see the vice principal, all while hoping that it's sometime soon. I don't think I can stand to be near this guy anymore.

  He shuffled around a bit before taking out what seems to be the remnants of a phone. The thing had cracked lines running across the length of the screen, and the bottom of it had been scratched so bad there seemed to be no way that it could even function. And yet, he was using the thing without a care in the world. Had my phone been cracked that bad, my parents would have killed me.

  "You're not supposed to have your phone out." I state meekly, unaware of his growing annoyance.

  "Right." he scoffs, putting the phone away. It couldn't have been that easy, right? I think to myself before he speaks up again, "You're that kid, I forgot."

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask defensively, unaware that he even knew who I was.

  He chuckles, slightly shaking his head in disbelief. "Dude, really? And I thought you were smart, or something." He only slouches his back, creating a weirdly comfortable position for himself. Seeing as I still don't understand, he brushes the hair from his face. "You're the president, or whatever. Everyone knows who you are. Duh."

  "Yeah..." I reply, eager to have this conversation come to an end.

  "So, what are you in for?" he asks, clearly not getting the hint.

  I obviously don't want to be rude, especially to someone like him. "Oh, I just wanted to know if it's cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium." My reply was as bland as could be, hopefully creating disinterest within him. "You?"

  He chuckles again, a faint smile spread across his face, revealing his strikingly white teeth. His complexion was rather pleasing, now that I could actually see it. Had it not been for the fact that he was rude to me, I would've found it attractive. He looks over to me, recalling the story in what was left of his brain, "Ah, well you see, long story short, I ended up stabbing a kid with a screwdriver."

  My eyes widen in shock. Out of all the things I had expected, that was not one of them. Not even by a long shot. "We lead very different lives." I state, making him laugh.

  "No shit, goody two shoes." he manages to get out between exhales.

I roll my eyes at the stupid nickname, it's the most common insult I get among people like him. Finally fed up with the name, I grip the arms of my chair in anger. "I'm no goody two shoes, asshole." I speak softly, but clearly. The word barely leaves my mouth, and the regret fills my body as soon as it slips out of me.

I clasp my hand over my mouth while he stares at me. He probably wasn't expecting me to actually lash out, was he? "Oh, really?" he pesters me, leaning close to my chair. A sly smirk is shown clearly on his face, "Prove it."

My face heats up as my mind runs rampant. His voice sounded so incredibly lustful. It leaves an uneasy feeling in the silence between us as I create various scenes in an imaginary world, most of which I wouldn't like to describe.

"I got ya, didn't I?" he asks with amusement, proud of his achievement.

"Be quiet." I retort, trying to suppress the feelings within me.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asks again, dragging on and on. Creating bigger messes seemed to be his forté. Seeing as I never answered him, he had more room to annoy me. Scooting his chair closer to mine, he murmurs "Goody two shoes." in a mocking tone.

"Now you're just being rude." I state, crossing my arms. I sigh softly, tearing my gaze away from his face. "I'm not a goody two shoes. You don't even know me."

I can see him tapping his chin from my peripheral vision, raising suspicions. "Then kiss me." he states with ease, leaving me in stunned silence once more. "If you're not as good as you let on..."

"W-What? I am not kissing you." I stutter, releasing my hand to scratch the back of my neck. The nervous impulses are getting to me. And although I would love to do that, I just can't let him win.

"Fine, I guess you're just a-"

I cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. That should be enough, right? "There, happy?" I ask, enjoying the fact that I had found the loophole in his stupid request.

"Doesn't count."

"Doesn't count?" I repeat, staring at him and his smug grin which never seemed to go away. "What do you mean 'doesn't count'?"

"For it to be a real kiss, it's gotta be on the lips." he pesters me, pointing to his mouth momentarily before chuckling, "I don't make the rules, sweetheart."

The name gives me goosebumps, that much I know. I'd rather have that than 'goody two shoes'. "Fine." I whisper, leaning in.

Our lips are entrapped into a rather long kiss, which I never expected to happen. He places his hand on my cheek, keeping me there with him.

"Jaren, you can- what is going on here?" I hear the vice principal as he walks into the hallway.

I quickly straighten myself out when hearing his voice. My face was probably red as I reached down to grab my things, clearing my throat. "Uh, n-nothing. We were just-"

"We were just having a bit of fun, is all." I hear the boy as he interrupts me.

My face, if possible, heats up more. He definitely knew what was going on, it was obvious. I mentally kick myself for letting him win me over.

"John, watch it." the vice principal warns, pointing to the boy who was now behind me.

He walks into his office, leaving the door open for me to follow him. "See you later, John." I say, actually getting to know his name.

He only winks at me, leaving me flustered as I walk into the office. So much so that I nearly forgot what I was even in there to talk about in the first place. Whatever the case was, I was definitely going to see John again.