Badboy and the badass(sample)

Chapter 2

"So Ashley, keep me up with the times, who's who?"

"Those over there are the jocks, the one in the middle is Keith parker," she said his name dreamily, or was it in a flirty way, I couldn't decipher. Somewhere between the two.

"Lemme guess he's the most worshipped, ground he walks on is kissed by his followers?" I asked bored, there was always such a person in every school. The jerk. The playboy. He went by many names...

"The one clinging to his arm like the world depends on it is Nicole. Head cheerleader." Just like I guessed. The slut.

"I forgot," Ashley continued, "Keith is the quarterback and captain of football and basketball, and Nicole is, well, head cheerleader, queen bee. You do not want to get in their way they are both bad news." Of course they were. I mentally rolled my eyes. For a person who was fantasizing over Keith a minute ago she sure was sounding bitter. Heck, what did I care?

"You'll be-no you are Keith's next target. He makes it his mission to sleep with every presentable girl in this school."

"Over there are the nerds, weirdos, and the rich kids. They are pretty much in the same league as the jocks, I mean the jocks themselves are rich." She paused for a while then as if she suddenly remembered, "Give me your timetable." I gingerly handed it to her, this one was a clinger no wonder her previous friend deserted her. I needed to escape her.

"We have Maths, Chemistry and Spanish together but I ditch maths a lot, you have all subjects together with the jocks."

"And you know that how?" Talk about stalker!

"Long story." She murmured nervously fidgeting with her top. I wasn't one for revenge, but the thought of trying their own prank on one of them was too inviting to turn down. I mean why shouldn't I light up my first day at school. I felt a mischievous smile forming on my face as I formed a plan in my head. Its called being an evil genius. We headed for the maths class her going on and on about God knows what.

The chatter momentarily silenced as we walked in, everyone studying the new girl, judging her and trying to figure out the social class she'd fit in.

"Tough luck bitches," I muttered lowly under my breath. I saw Ashley from the corner of my eye keeping her eyes glued to the floor, shy much? I had learned so much about the girl in less than an hour, was she always this open? I tried to keep my face emotionless as I scanned the room apparently everyone had arrived apart from the cheerleaders, that is, if Ashley was right about me having all the lessons together with the jocks. Oh, grand entrance. I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Where does Queen B sit?"

"With the Keith of course." Ashley answered as if it was the dumbest question I'd ever ask.

I nodded my head planning my devious scheme and remembering how I had evilly rigged the fart cushion. Now whoever sat on it would make the whole classroom stink and would also stink including the one next to her. I pity her and bad boy....and maybe a few more of her surrounding mates....not.

I smiled discretely to myself and laughed maniacally like they did in movies, the mwahahahahahaha kind, with their heads thrown back and rubbing their hands maniacally—yea that one.

I dumped my bag next to where Ashley had sat herself. "I'll be back, wish me luck." I said and winked at her.

"Don't do it!" Ashley suddenly whisper shouted. I looked at her with one of my try-and-stop-me glares and she immediately dropped it.

"Better." I muttered and flashed her a sickeningly sweet smile then headed for where Keith and his crew were.

Keith's pov