The Bad Boy Across The Street (ON HOLD)

Seven- I Don't Have A Dirty Mind, I Have A Sexy Imagination

Another day. Another boring day. That's what I was hoping for anyways. That is until that idiot came in. But of course he had to didn't he? Jerk face.

Strutting into class late as always but sending a wink my way this time. I can practically feel the glares from all the girls in the classroom. I roll my eyes and turn back to my book.

"Mr. De Luca, glad you decided to take precious time out of your day to join our class," Mr. Jones, our Chemistry teacher says sarcastically.

"Well I couldn't let everyone down, now could I?" Tony says cockily. He flashes one of the girls his famous smirk and she giggles, batting her eyes so hard it look painful.

Tony sits at the table beside me and I mentally groan. Of course he sat by me. He's been doing it all week. Just to make my life a living hell. Damn him.

Mr. Jones starts the lesson and I put my book down. Halfway through the class Tony hasn't done anything and I'm starting to think he might actually leave me alone for the rest of it. But my bad luck is nothing if not reliable.

Poke.

I glare at Tony.

Poke.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Will you stop tha-"

Poke.

"What the frick do you want!?" I whisper yell at him. He has a satisfied and amused look on his face as well as a smirk. He is so annoying I can't even begin to describe it.

"Well Ducky, I was going to inform you that I can't practice today."

"Really? You couldn't have waited until after class to tell me this?"

"No," he gives me an amused smile. I almost facepalm but just sigh and shake my head.

"Fine. May I ask why?" I ask. He opens his mouth but before he can say anything I add "And if it anything to do with you and a slut I don't want to know."

He chuckles softly and shakes his head.

"Now Ducky, there's no need to be jealous," Tony says smirking. "You're the only one for me."

"Puh-lease. Why would I be jealous of you being with a girl? And we all know you are a man-whore and can't keep it in your pants."

Tony starts laughing and Mr. Jones glares at us.

"Mr. De Luca, Miss Williams, if you cannot be quiet I will have to ask you to leave my classroom," Mr. Jones barks at us. I murmur a small sorry and Tony stops laughing but not smirking.

Mr. Jones sends us one last withering glare and turns back to the lesson. Sometimes he makes me wonder how people who hate kids become teachers.

After a few moments Tony turns back to me and whispers "Such colorful words, Ducky. And we all know you secretly love it."

I send him a disgusted look and whisper back, "As if. You are so dirty how can you live with yourself?"

"Ah, but there's where you're wrong. I don't have a dirty mind, I have a sexy imagination. And I know you can't wait to have a piece of it."

I roll my eyes. "Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth."

He smirks yet again. "Anyways, to answer your question, I have something to do and I can't back out of it."

"Okay. Well if you are free the next day we can practice then."

As the bell rings he shrugs. "We'll see."

***

I let out a long sigh and close the front door behind me. I seem to be sighing a lot more now that usual. I blame Tony.

I start to walk up the stairs when I hear a voice.

"Brice?"

I freeze. Damn, he's home.

~Hey!

Question time!

Why do you think Tony is skipping out on practice?

Why do you think Brice's dad lied to her and was gone for so long?

I hope you guys liked this chapter!! Short and uninteresting but it's an update. Late as always. And the next one will hopefully be more exciting!

Please comment! I feel left in the dark on how you like the story so far.

Picture of Tony.

~Jo