Of Course He's Bad (HOLD)

ii. sweethearts

Songs:

- Swimming Pools, Kendrick Lamar

- Take Me To Church, Hozier

-Bridge, High Highs (Somewhat irrelevant to this chapter, but I listened to it while writing soooo...)

The rest of the first week became a routine. I drove Zach to school everyday, had a track practice every first period and after school every Tuesday and Thursday. My class partners were tolerable, and Tyler had been less...Tyler.

The kiss ended as just a kiss, as I'm sure it was to him. However, his flirting was consistent. I knew that would happen the time he walked me to class. Gotta thank Colton for that. I learned who all of Tyler's main friends were: Colton, Drake, and Landon. His brother's name was Ryan, and that's where my knowledge stopped. Apparently Tyler, Colton, Drake, and Landon were the bad boys of Beverly Hills High.

They're all gorgeous in different yet similar ways, dress in dark leather, have a different girl each day, and hang out together. Although, it was kind of off-putting to see Tyler with his real friends. I mean, the four hung out occassionally, but dalliantly. Maybe after school, they'd smoke togehter or they'd go do 'graffiti' on weekends. Yet most of the other days, he was with three completely different people. It was like Ty had his bad boy friends, and then he had his -- family. Word around the school was that Tyler really just hung around Ryan Holt - shocker there - and his girl, Kayla Stone. Oh, and a girl named Jessica Rivas. According to gossip that I somehow discovered, the quartet had been tightly wound since the elementary days.

The reason their group was off putting was because they were all so diverse. Tyler and Ryan Holt, supposedly brothers, dressed similarly in different facets. Tyler wore a lot of black or grey, and he had a leather jacket that he wore everyday - despite the heat. Ryan wore mostly white with colorful accents, and he wore vice versa, with regular jeans or khaki pants. Jessica Rivas was barely tanned, but still just enough. She had wavy hair, and she often wore crop tops and jeggings. Last but not least, Kayla Stone. Kayla was a girl with very light brown hued hair, and she was girly when it came to style. She wore a different skater skirt every day, well just about.

And then there was I. I didn't quite have a group yet. I sometimes would make small conversations with Tyler, since we shared nearly all of our classes. But we were like California weather, always in contradicting moods. A girl named Amelia, she was a cool person to chill with; especially since she invited me to her lunch table. It included four other girls, and they all sort of dressed alike. They all dressed in Forever 21, H&M, American Apparel, Brandy Melville, and PacSun. I couldn't really blame them, because I wore the same brands, but the strange thing was that five replicated girls actually made up a whole clique.

Anyways, it was fifth period today - Friday, August 11th, 2014 - when Amy stopped me at my locker. As I shut the baby blue metal, the perky girl with short auburn hair stopped me. "So," she said fondly, "there's a party tonight!" I kept my face indifferent, and thats just how I felt. I was truly the best partier in Florida, but I wasn't quite sure if I wanted a lifestyle like that anymore, that was fun 24/7.

We both started walking. I replied after a second thought, "I'm not really feeling it.." I awkwardly rocked on my heels, letting my maroon Vans tap rhythmically against the white tile of the high school floor.

Amelia slapped my shoulder, causing me to send an appalled gasp of pain in her way, "It's the first party of your senior year!" True, I said in my head. The two minute warning bell rang. "I'm," she said stubbornly, "not leaving until you agree to go tonight!"

"Fine," I answered begrudgingly, although on the inside I was a bit jittery inside. Maybe I could let loose for this one time, and plus, Zach will want to go! I quickly did a little happy dance, pumping my fists in the air before skittering to my next class. The last class of the day, of this week, my mind thought. I knew a wide smile was plastered on my light, rosy face because the minute I entered Home Ec; a look of utter confusion was etched on Tyler's face. I sat in my seat, the far left corner of the class, when a folded piece of college ruled paper was right on the brown desk. It read: Why are you so excited?

I didn't need a name at the end; I knew it was Tyler. In the past five days, I learned one thing: Tyler had some cruddy handwriting. I mean chicken scratch ugly. Rolling my eyes, I crumpled it up and shoved the note in my back pocket. Today would be a good rest of the day.

Or so I thought. "We will be baking three pies through next Friday, so partner up!" said my instructor. Great, the only person I knew in this class was Tyler. And considering the fact we have to create our own recipes, three flavors, and actually develop each pie in less than five school days; I didn't want to work with a bad boy. Horribly cliche, I know. In my little mental tangent, I didn't notice that everyone was already paired up at a kitchen station. I groaned inwardly and walked to the front desk.

"Sir, I don't have a partner." The teacher and his thick rimmed black eyeglasses looked up at me, but said nothing. He slowly and suspiciously stood up and cleared his throat. The room went eerily silent.

"This young lady doesn't have a partner," Mr. Kline said. That's what his name tag said at least.

And that's how I ended up partnered with the second to last person I wanted, Colton. He apparently only showed up to this class on Fridays, which explains why I'd never seen him in here before. "So," he grinned, a slight accent brimming his lips. "Tonight at five sound good? We'll go over the recipes then. Anything later is a no --"

I cut him off, "I'm busy tonight." Smirking at him, I shrugged.

"Doing what, sweetheart? Unpacking your Dandy Maybelle sweaters," he gestured to my current outfit. I glared at him, but didn't bother to correct his mistake.

"None," I spoke, "of your bloody business." Colton then narrowed his eyes at me in scrutiny, and he moved closer to me. He leaned into my face, gazing at me with a challenging glint in his eyes.

"You're going to the party, aren't you?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm afraid that's none of your business," I evilly grinned, "sweetheart."

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a/n: hi readers, hopefully you enjoyed the first part to this chapter. i've decided to split it in two!! it's completely new material, so please enlighten me with your opinions!!!

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