Forced To Marry The Heartless Badboy ✔︎

03| Marry...or...Dash

Omar's POV

My grey eyes scanned around the cafeteria that was crowded with the sea of people. A cigarette hung loosely between my lips watching the people around.

The usual table was surrounded by the people I choose. Everything used to belong to Collen Hillington. Until I arrived, he was in charge, people fell at the feet of the dirty blonde haired guy, wanting to be him, wanting to be with him or be like him and now that he was out it was my turn to take control of the school. This was my school now.

"Who's the new boy?" Sierra asked as we entered the cafeteria, our hands tangled in each other. The stunning blonde girl, Sierra Montano.

I turned to look in the direction that she was to see Jad walking with 'Raghead'. I grimaced. Stupid Jad. Why couldn't he just stay at his fancy dull boarding school? Now I had to admit that my brother was sitting with the most un-cool person in the whole school.

Admittedly, Yasmine could have been a fine girl, and she was stunning, but she had to be that religious loser and such a teacher's pet.

"His name's Jad," I replied, hoping that I wouldn't be asked how I knew that.

"How do you know that?" Courtney questioned. Why did Cole have to date that nosy cow?

"He's... um... my brother," I confessed, trying to ignore Kyle's questioning glance. I knew what it meant: why has he come back?

"I didn't know you had a brother," Carter said.

I rolled my eyes. "That's because I never told you. Ugh, My mom won't leave the house this weekend so no party at my house," I moaned, quickly changing the subject.

"What about your uncle's superb beach house?" Kyle saved me.

"I don't think the beach house is worth it!" I said, looking at Sierra who smiled lightly at me, "But where do we go this weekend then?" She said seductively.

"Mr.Faris, Mr.Harvy, and Ms.Montano come to my office now." He shouted.

"I hope it isn't something dum like the meditating to take away the negative energy, Mr Miller might be found dead in his bed tonight." Carter ran his fingers through his brown hair, seemingly buried in his own thoughts- which probably consisted of trying to discover the best way of murdering Mr Miller.

Unlike Carter, I didn't mind Mr Miller too much. Sure he was... bizarre and well, weird, but he was the head's office, and that was where I spent most of my time these days. Not because I'm always naughty, but just because I still get caught on the odd occasion...

"He is probably going to send us to detention because we shoved that freshman who was kneeling on the ground to the locker" Timothy suggested. "I read that mocking wasn't tolerated in schools now."