The Bad Boy & The Socially Awkward (Unedited)

Chapter 3: Skipping Class

I looked up into his eyes. Why would I ever go anywhere with him? For all I know, he could be an axe murderer.

"No," I said, stopping in my tracks.

"Oh yes you are," Jordan said.

"Give me one reason why I should."

"You know, I could always make you."

I shook my head. Is he crazy? What makes him think that I would ever listen to him, I barely even know him.

"If you don't, I won't give you your book back," he said.

"What book are yo-"

Then it hit me, he has my damn journal. How did he get it? I had it safely tucked away in my bag.

"The one that you dropped at lunch," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

That's what that noise was. Why didn't he just give it to me when it fell out? What a jerk!

"Give it back!" I yelled.

"You'll have to earn it back."

I rolled my eyes and then felt my fist ball up, ready to strike him and get it back.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The mall."

I looked at him with wide eyes. If there's anywhere that I won't go in public, it's the mall. I shook my head at him.

"I'm never going back to that awful place," I stated, still shaking my head.

"Then where? You tell me."

"Anywhere but there."

He gripped my arm and started pulling again. He led me out to his car and we both got in. He gripped the steering wheel and drove out of the parking lot. Hopefully we don't get caught by the security.

~*~*~*~

We have been driving for a half hour. He hasn't even told me where we are going and we left town.

"Jordan, can you tell me where we are going?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"No, not yet," he said, not taking his eyes off of the road.

I looked out the window and put my feet up on the dash. I bet that Matt will throw a huge fit when he finds out that I'm cutting class with Jordan Vanderlind. Probably the only guy that he's mad about right now.

I heard laughing next to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, covering his mouth with his free hand.

"No, really. Why are you laughing?"

"You'll never know."

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. He parked the car and got out. I paused for a moment, trying to figure out where we are. I swung the door open and stood out, feeling the cold breeze graze my skin and blowing back my hair.

"Quite dramatic, aren't you?" Jordan said, interrupting me.

I shot him a glare and shut the door.

"Yes, yes I do," I said with satisfaction.

I looked away from him and up at the building, well, more like concession stand. It was kind of small, but it had a whole kitchen and two windows, one for the order, and one for pick up. The sign read 'Pronto Pup'. I've never been here before, but I've only heard good things. I guess they're known for having the best corn dogs in the world.