Thats MY bad boy

1. He's back

Oh my god. He's back. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. What is he doing here??? 

"Yo what's that wackass white boy doing here?" my best friend Tammy loudly asks. She starts nudging me in the ribs. "After all," she lowers her voice,"you would know better then anyone, wouldn't you little miss stalker." My face starts to go red and I slam a hand over her big fat mouth. "Shut up, he's going to hear you!" I hiss quietly. She just grins and pushes me forward and there he is, in all his glory, Jason Preston. 

It's almost as though time has stopped, as though the world depends on him. He stands in the middle of the school entrance. The trees have stopped swaying and the sun hits his warm brown hair, it's like I'm caught in a trance. He rushes his hands through his hair and his brows are furrowed, lines start to form around his forehead and he seems to be angry about something. He's never looked more attractive. His brown eyes are like pools of honey in the sun, his metallic ear piercing reflects and so does his silver chains. He contrasts greatly with the fake green grass, his tatoo shows from the shreds in his black leather jacket. I can't seem to take my eyes off of him, he's got me under some sort of spe-  "OOOH HE'S SO HOT AND DREAMY AND I JUST WANNNA SHOW HIM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT I REALLY A-Owwwwww why are you pinching me?" I've got Tammy's skin right between my index and thumb finger. That girl does not know when to shut up, ruining my daydreams. 

"I'm sorry for ruining your little fantasy, can you stop pinching me now, I think your nails are digging into my skin?" she asks. I drop my hand "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it hurt that much." I brush my hands over the mark. She breaks into an embarrassed smile and waves her hand in front of her face "Wifey, i'm just exaggerating, keep concentrating on your man you dumb bitch." 

OH.JASON.

I turn around and he's no longer there. 

stupidstupidstupidstupid

My shoulders hunch and disappointment flashes across my face. I try to cover it up with a smile but Tammy's already seen. 

"Girl, we'll see him soon. Don't worry too much." She gives me a smile and pushes me in to my English classes direction. I'm trying to stay positive but what if that was my last chance of seeing him again. He was in Year 12 last year and so he should've graduated. He probably just came back to pick up some stuff he'd left behind and was never going to return again. Now I'd have to sit through a boring class filled with people I don't know and regret my stupid decision to be sidetracked when he was around for the rest of my day. sOUnDs LiKe fUn!

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It's been 25 minutes into this class but I'm not even joking when I say it feels like its been 3 hours. I stupidly decided to sit in the front, now I can't even talk to the person sitting near me without the teacher hearing my every word. Not that that was an option in the first place, I didn't even know the person sitting next to me. I think his name was Chris but i'm not really sure. It's not even a minute after that thought that Chris turns his head towards me.

"Arisa, right?" he askes.

"Y-Yes?"

"This guy just goes on forever, doesn't he?" 

I start to smile and it encourages him to continue "It's like, he has the gift of speech, but unfortunately without the gift of conversation, he's like my mum." I gasp becuase it's so mean but it's quite funny at the same time.  

" Okay okay, last one," he says. "I can tell if sir is pregnant or if hes just fat." He starts laughing at his own joke too hard and honestly, I don't find that funny and I try to tell him that. the teacher turns around to see whos laughing so Chris quickly slames his hand on top of my mouth to stop me from saying anything more. Im reminded of myself doing this less then an hour ago to Tammy beforehand and realise it's quite weird when you have someones warm palm on the tip of your lips. I'm about to inform him (politely and respectfully of course- to not hurt his feeling) that he can remove his hand when theres a sudden loud thump reverberating on the classroom doorframe.

"Get your fucking hands off."

It's Jason.