Stay Away From The Bad Boy.

Chapter 3.

Imagine this; your at you're favourite holiday destination, getting served drinks but really good looking waiters, those good looking waiters hitting on you. But wait, there is a down side! Those pesky little brats called bugs, buzzing round you. Wanting to land on you're arm and just suck you're blood.
Well, it seems that this school has those, and by those i mean the one and only- Ryley Esgold!
I swear to God, he is the most annoying human being known to man and i've only known him, what? A day? He is so full of himself, thinking he can get all the girls...which he can- but that is not the point! The point is; that he is that bratty little bug buzzing round me, and that i want to slap away. 

The worst part? Oh, he's in my Biology and English Lit! He can't ruin English Lit for me. I refuse for that to happen.
The bell rang and i quickly gathered my books for English Literature into a messy pile in my arms and closed my locker door with my elbow, then began to walk to my room where it was full of hormonal teenagers chatting away, a guy sitting on a desk while leaning on his arm and oh so smoothly talking to one of the girls in my class while she stared at him in daze as though he were some God. 
I went and sat at a random seat and laid my books out, and placed my pen between my teeth while i flicked through the pages in boredom. After what it seemed hours, but only a few minutes later a teacher probably in her mid-thirties walked into the room with piles of paper that looked like they were about to fall out her hands any minute. Her shiny hair which was in a bun was falling out of it's neat bun. 

"Good afternoon students." She said, her voice calm and smooth like honey, i looked round the room and saw that Ryley was no where to be seen. I smiled to myself. 
Maybe he bunked cla-
My thoughts were interrupted by a door swinging open and a boy with ruffled hair and a lue beanie walked in. "Ah, Ryley," Mrs Anderson started, "So nice of you to join us. Care to explain why you are late?" Wrong thing to ask!

"No thanks. Just tell me where to sit and get this conversation over with." He says, and the teacher stays quiet for a second.
"You can just sit next to Audrey." Mrs Anderson said her voice now lazy. He began to walk over...and sat next to me. You know God, i thought we were friends but apparently not!

'Hey sweet-cheeks.' He whispered, nudging me slightly, i just rolled my eyes, "No, don't do that to me!" "Be quiet i am trying to listen." I whispered and began to note down the notes which was displayed on the board, he chuckled but stayed quiet and began to write his own work.

"Can someone explain how Lady Macbeth is presented in the play Macbeth. Anyone?" The teacher's eyes scanned round the room and land on Ryley's. "Ryley, what is you're opinion?" She sat on the edge of her desk, waiting for his reply.

"I saw that one coming," He mumbled under his breath, but then sat up straight and cracked his knuckles, "Lady Macbeth, see she is presented as powerful and high up which was not the norm back in that kind of era, she is shown as more powerful then Macbeth, but further on when she starts seeing all those ghosts and stuff, she goes weak and her power begins to...drain!" He leaned back and smirked, waiting for the teacher's reply. Her face was just in shock. "You're welcome and the bells gone so...bye!" He says, a smirk grows on his face and he walks out, swinging his back pack over his shoulder and walked out. 

Everyone began to walk out, i gathered my items and walked out, only for someone to grab my elbow and pull me back. My eyes met Ryley's, i pushed him away- with struggle because of the books in my arms. "Please leave me, before i poke your eye out!" I hissed, he pressed his lips together to try not laugh at my attempt to look all big and macho.
"Oh please you wouldn't touch me. You're too scared" He walked round me and took a step forward, so my back hit the wall. Personal space invasion alert!
"Oh my god, leave me alone!"
"See can't even come with a comeback."
"Shut up!"