Bad Boy

Chapter One - Do You Even Know Me?

Walking into English, I smile at my teacher and sit down beside Emma. English was my favourite class this semester and I was so excited to have Ms. Hazel as our teacher. The bell rang indicating the beginning of the class so I turned around to see that, as usual, the spot Brad usually sits in is empty. He was always late for class and sometimes, he didn't even show up. He annoyed me so much. His friend group and I have a history  you could say and talking to any of them anytime soon was not on my to-do list.

A few minutes into the last scene of Romeo and Juliet, Brad scrambles into the class and takes his seat beside Tristan. He grabs his script and looks over at me. I quickly look away and focus on Ms. Hazel reading. I got this weird feeling as we caught eye contact. It made my stomach flutter.

What am I saying, I did not  just get butterflies over Brad Simpson. No way.

"Why do I even bother talking to these people?" I heard him whisper to Tristan in the back of the class.

"If it makes you feel better, We rarely listen." I said back without any hesitation. I don't know what over took me. I was the quiet one. I never said anything mean. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and the whole classes eyes boring into the back of my head. Ms. Hazel looked at me in disbelief but continued with her lesson, easing my embarrassment.

After my statement to Brad, The class dragged on. We all listened to the end of the lesson, collected our homework, and hurried out the door.

Emma stopped me in the hall while I was heading to my next class.

"Are you okay?" She asked hesitantly and I nodded my head quickly and parted ways.

Sitting in Maths, I couldn't keep my mind off Brad. Brad hung out with all the people that hated me. They loved putting me down and it made me believe he was going to hurt me too. He scares me. Although he was only a little taller than me, he really intimidated me. He was quite short actually, it was kind of cute that he was smaller than the rest of his friends.

"Makenna?" My teacher asked me "The answer?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and answered quickly "89.96" What was I thinking? Brad? Cute? I really need to stop thinking about him. I was going good until I heard his voice ring out through the classroom.

"Um... I'm supposed to get Makenna Orvis and bring her to the front office." He spoke quietly, not taking his eyes off of his boots.

"Do you have a hall pass?" Mr. Haren asked looking at him quizzically.

"Right here, Sir." He said lifting his pass off of his chest and showing it to Mr.Haren.

"Off you go then." He responded and continued to write on the blackboard.

I was confused as to why I was going to the office. Maybe my Mum forgot to tell me that I had an appointment today or something but I wasn't really worried about it until I realized where I was going was not the way to the front office. I was following Brad and he was leading me towards the back of the school.

"Uh, where are we going? The office is tha-"

"Don't question it, Just follow me." He said cutting me off and grabbing my hand before running towards the door.

Suddenly, My heart began to race with thoughts of what his friends used to do to me. How horrible they used to be. I felt a lump rise in my throat and tears were brimming my eyes. I was so scared I thought that I was going to be sick.

"Brad." I spoke quietly still looking at his quick movements but he ignored me and continued walking. he started to slow down but his grip on my wrist was still really tight and I knew that it would leave a bruise.