Behind the Bad Boy Mask

CH. 2

Hi everyone or really anyone who actually cares for this story.

So I am super sorry for the way late update of this chapter. I am like the biggest procrastinator of all time. And not having any real due date does not help at all.

Any ways to the top is my little show of appreciation for my best bud, I have dedicated this character to my best friend, she has supported me much with this story and vice-versa with hers.

Here is chapter two hope ya'll like it.

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SCAR'S POV:

After parking my bike I cut off my engine. Once I get off I take off my helmet and place it back in its compartment. I could already feel the curious gazes being sent my way.

Me being me I just swallow my nervousness holding my head high, I hoist my Jan sport higher on my back and walk towards the school entrance pocketing my keys. I noticed some tension in the air though I don't know why there would be any in the first place.

The school all in all wasn't really that big but it wasn't small either. It has five buildings in total, four of which contain classrooms and what not, the first one being the main office. The library is in the second building, which I have a strange feeling I'll be in there a lot. And the schools gym in the fifth building, the track and courts behind it, the cafeteria is also in the fifth building.

Luckily the night before I memorized the school layout, I know, I know 'nerdy', sue me why don't ya. Any ways, once I entered the school entrance I made my way to the main office, to get my schedule.

Once entering the main office I notice the interior design, the walls are a light blue color with posters splattered all over them, the chairs are a dark blue color, and the desks are a light brown color the floor being a mix of white, blue, and orange tiles. Not the best color choices but meh, what can you do.

Waiting chairs are against the walls near the door, they're all empty except for one chair to the right of the entrance, with a girl who seems overly concentrated in writing on a journal on her lap. There is also a long reception desk mostly filled with stacks of printed papers and what not. Behind the really long desk are two small reception desks, each containing a computer, a phone and its own stack of papers. The desk on the right of is empty but the one on the left has a not very likable receptionist, at least to my opinion.

The receptionist has died blonde hair , straight, and in a high pony tail, dark brown eyes, and a little too much make-up. A tight polo shirt that seems to be struggling to stay buttoned while just barely covering her stomach. I would describe the rest but the reception desk covers her from the waist down, thank the lord.

Walking through an opening all the way at the end of the desk to the left i make it to the front of her desk where there are two waiting chairs as well. Taking a seat I wait till shes done. Looking around I notice a nurses office about two doors down the right. After that there's two more empty desk, pretty useless but hey. Finally there's a hallway that leads to god knows where but its where most of the noise is coming from.

Checking the time I notice i only have five more minutes to get my ass to class unless i want to be late. Looking back at the receptionist I noticed she hasn't really moved much. Trying to get her attention I cough loudly. Her eyes leave the computer screen to look at me but then she looks straight back at the screen.

Rolling my eyes I stand up, I look for the computers screen button once I find it I turn it off. Crossing my arms I watch the receptionist with my most 'I'm innocent face', though i had a difficult time not just bursting in a fit of laughter from the irritated look she looks at me with.