~Opposites Attract~

More Bullshit ?

I walk down the long hallway,making my way to the office,because of the stupid teacher that sent me out. I feel impowered,wonderful,sexy,and bad,which is the most incredible feeling...I can see why Mike was a big bully for so long. I walk into the office,throwing the door open,and leaning my hip up against the door,my arms crossed.

" Layla Tanner ? " The principle asked,surprised by my appearance.

" That's me " I say,walking in,and taking a seat down in the chair across from his desk,Mike walks in a second later,and takes a seat next to me. He shoots me a smirk,and turns his attention to the principal.

" And Mr.Pritchard...this should be good " He sighs,fiddling with a pen in his hand,and leaning back in his chair.

" That bitch you call a language arts teacher sent me down here because she thinks I was smoking,and ditching class,which I wasn't,I mean c'mon,you know me,I'm a goody goody " I say innocently. He gives me a look that means he doesn't believe me,and speaks.

" For one,watch your language,two I can smell the pot and ciggarette smoke on you,and two goody goody's don't call themselves goody goody's " He explains,and hands me a detention slip,then looks to Mike,rolling his eyes,and handed him one too.

" Thanks for listening " I spit,and walk out,heading towards the band room,I locked the door,and went up to the loft,grabbing a bass guitar,and starting to play away my feelings,crumpling my detention slip up,and throwing it down the ladder,hearing it hit the floor with a light crumple.

" I didn't know you played " Mike's voice says,his voice is surprised,as he leans up against the brick wall,across the room from me.

" I guess there's a lot of things you don't know about me " I say with a wink,as he makes his way over,and sits down next to me. He gives me a smirk,and leans in,his lips just inches away from mine. We both stop quick when we are interrupted by the sound of an electric guitar. I give him a chuckle,and get up,walking around the corner,to see a boy with light blonde hair,spiked up ,about as tall as I am,he has a small ramones tattoo on his arm,as he continues to play,and is dressed in a ramones tee,ripped black skinny jeans,and black converse. I look him up and down as he plays,not noticing I'm their,and Mike shoots me a look,an aggravated one. I pout my lip out at him,and make my way over. I walk behind him slowly,unplugging his amp,and spinning it around in the air as I lean against the wall. He turns around,his face angry and surprised,then shoots me a crooked toothed grin.

" Hey babe,what's your name ? " He asks with a smirk,coming over to me,and grabbing my hand.

" Layla,and what might yours be ? " I assk with a wink,I shoot Mike a glare,who is clenching hoos fists so tightly his knuckles turn white.

" Most people call me Billie,but you can call me tonight " He winks,using a cheesy pickup line.

" What's your lasst name ? " I ask with a smile to intimidate him.

" Armstrong " He answers,and takes his guitar off his shoulder.

" Lay off Armstrong,she's taken " Mike spits,coming over to him,and pulling him back by the shirt,away from me.

" Who says " He jokes,still staring at me with his bright green eyes,I hold back a blush as best as I can,but Mike sees it.

" Her boyfriend,so stop staring with googly eyes Layla " He says to me,hurt in his voice.

" I wasn't,I was just teasing you " I lie,I did like this guy,he was cute.

" Sure " he replies with a roll of his eyes,then walks away angrily. I hear the door slam,and know that he's gone,but I do feel somewhat guilty.

" So,what's wrong with the  bad boy ? " He asks witth a chuckle,sticking his hands in his pockets.

" I don't know,he probably thinks I was hitting on you or something " I say with a wink,he smiles,and I give him a little wave,then walk away around the corner. I walk down the steps,and to the other side of the room,feeling my back pushed up against the wall with a great amount of force.

" You don't do that !! " Mike yells,holding my arms back,he's way to strong for me,and I can't get away.

" I was just kidding " I spit,trying to get out of his grasp.

" Yeah right,I saw the way you looked at him,if you want him so much,why don't you break up with me,instead of tourturing me " He says,hurt is in his eyes,and I know I have to do something to get away from him. I lift my knee,and press it to his crotch.

" I would leave me alone if I were you " I hiss,and he looks down,then gives me a blank stare,before letting go of me,and storming out with the slam of a door. What just happened ?, I think to  myself,what have I done ?