Bad Bad Boy

BadBad Boy ~6

More practical than watching pørn.

School went by smoothly after the incident with my brother.

Huh, just kidding.

It didnt, of course.

Im currently looking down at the boy who seems to be in all of my classes suddenly. Im gonna start thinking he is stalking me. I cant say that i wouldnt be fluttered if a god was stalking me.. The only problem though HE DRIVES ME CRAZY AND I WANNA MURDER HIM.

Seriously. How much of a douch can a person be right? He is the first one to get to the finish line in the douch-ness competition while everybody else is in the first lap.

"Whats your surname?" I blurt out as i lean against the desk, my desk, while he sits on it. I figured we have economoics and literature class together. I hope they are the only classes we have together because it seems we're gonna have a bit problem with this boy as you already figured.

"Whats it to you?" He asks impassionately.

"Nothing. I just wanna learn the surname of the person that im gonna murder in my dreams. Makes it more realistic.." I shrug casually.

This comment makes his head turn to me. . He actually turns his head to me because he seems like a big fan of looking out the window and looks at me with a resemblance of a not-blank expression. Wow. Now, im impressed.

He turns back to looking out the window after a few seconds of gazing at me. I roll my eyes at the jerk and decide to play along with him. If he wants the silent treatment, im gonna give it to him.

I drag a chair which is near me and place it beside him. Without making eye contact, i settle on my new desk comfortably like i did the last time which he told me that i was asking for it afterward. Well, im only asking for my desk which i own which means i am the owner which gives me the right to sit on whenever i want.

"You dont give up. Why dont you give up? You dont know me?" He asks as i cross my arms and lean back in my chair.

I raise my eyebrows as to him asking me something which means he initiated a conversation. Ok, not exactly a conversation but still. "Do i need to?" I ask back. So much for the silent treatment then.

Is he famous or something? Should i want an autograph? Yeah, i would never do such a thing. I mean, they're humans, we're humans. The only difference is the crowd of zeros in their salaries, and im not gonna settle for just an autograph while they shįt money.

"You should." He looks down at me since he's still taller than me even when we sit. My raised eyebrows fall to their normal places and even form a crease on my forehead. I didnt like his tone.

"Oh, enlighten me then." I suggest and headbutt myself in my mind because that words remind me of the trailer of the movie called fifty shades of grey. I dont think he saw it, though. So all good. I hope.

And yes, i watched the trailer. And i will go see the movie only to quench my curiosity if there'll be people jerking off while watching it since its kinda like pørn as i hear from my friend who read the books and interpret from the trailer. You may wonder who read the book among my friends?

Get ready, im about to let it out..

Colin.

Can you believe? And when we asked him why would he do that he said 'more practical than watching pørn and nobody can even suspect anything its just a book. Im a cultured guy.'

I killed myself then after hearing this.

"No need. You will when i put your brother in a hospital if he messes with me again." The cool and normality i hear in his tone and words pull me out of my thoughts and almost make me shiver. This boy is like a fvcking vibratør. He makes me shiver all the time. That doesnt sound good at all.