Bad Boy’s Obsession

Chapter four

Raphael smiled to himself as he walked to the classroom block.

He chuckled as he remembered Bea’s scandalized face at his last comment to her.

She’s beautiful. He thought.

Bea was sunshine.

With her bright smile, eager to please and her eyes shining with hope, she was the type of girl he usually avoided.

He favored girls like Trina, who were more like him.

They didn’t require him to change.

His mood darkened at the thought of this lying, backstabbing ex-girlfriend.

He shook his head to get rid of thoughts of her and glanced down at the piece of paper in his hands.

It was his timetable.

The principal had given it to him.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of the principal.

Principal Richardson was much like Principal Newton in his former school.

They were both fat, old, balding white men.

Principal Richardson though, had mean eyes.

Raphael couldn’t shake the feeling of distrust that he got from that man.

Best to avoid him. He thought.

His first class was English.

He groaned.

He found the class easily enough.

He walked in quietly and found a seat at the back of the class.

No one paid him any mind.

Just as he sat down, the teacher walked in.

A young, beautiful blonde lady in a pink pantsuit.

“Good morning, everyone. Congratulations on entering senior year.” She said as she faced the class.

Cheers filled the room.

She smiled and said “I’m Ms. Tracy and I’ll be your teacher for the year.”

Raphael leaned back in his seat, a cheesy grin on his face.

Maybe I’ll actually enjoy English this year. He thought.

“Please bring out your textbooks and let’s begin today’s lesson.” She commanded.

Raphael joined the other students as they leaned below their table and grabbed their textbooks from their bags.

* * *

Bea

The day went by quite quickly for Bea.

First, she was dealing with Raphael’s insufferable ass, next, she was having lunch with her best friends and giving them details on Raphael.

“So, what you’re telling me is that he’s fine, single and plays basketball.” Ava asked as she took a swig of her “water”.

Bea shook her head and said

“I’m saying he’s fine yes, but he’s an asshole.”

Ava shrugged.

“I like my men a little mean.” She said.

Bea rolled her eyes.

They were seated on a round table in the cafeteria.

Bea turned to Kelsey who was scrolling on her phone.

“Kelsey, please talk sense into Ava.” She said.

Kelsey looked up from her phone, took a bite of her sandwich and said

“If he’s fine Bea, does it really matter if he’s an asshole?”

“See!” Ava jubilated.

Bea rolled her eyes again.

“I give up on you girls.” She announced and took a fry from Ava’s plate.

Ava protested.

“What? You weren’t eating it anyway.” Came Bea’s reply.

Ava was the one who rolled her eyes this time.

“I’m on a diet.” She declared.

“Why?” Kelsey asked, finally putting down her phone as she stole a fry from Ava too.

“I’m practicing for Miss Upstate New York.” Ava told her friends.

“That’s a thing?” Asked Bea.

“Yes, it’s a thing. It’s a very big thing.” Ava replied.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll win. You always do.” Kelsey stated.

Ava smiled politely and looked away.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Everyone looked towards the door and watched as the football team led by Steven Ross walked in.

Steven was the school’s star quarterback. The pride and joy of Westbrook.

He was tall, fair skinned, had a taut chest, huge, muscular arms and well chiseled abs, all of which were currently hidden beneath the school’s uniform.

He also happened to have blonde hair, blue eyes and a sweet mouth.

He always had girls falling at his feet.

Bea watched as Steven and his gang completely skipped the lunch line, grabbed their food and sat down on the cheerleader’s table in the middle of the cafeteria.

The girls instantly turned to the guys, draping themselves all over them.

Hannah; the cheerleading captain was the girl draped all over Steven.

With her long blonde hair and dazzling green eyes, she was Bea’s opposite.

While Bea was slender, Hannah had the sought-after hourglass figure.

Bea watched closely as Steven slid his hand behind Hannah’s head and planted a long, wet kiss on her lips.

The whole cafeteria erupted.

Bea looked away in shame.

She was deeply hurt.

You know what, f**k Steven. She thought.

She picked up her purse and brought out her lip gloss, then using her phone as a mirror, she reapplied a generous amount.

She could see Luke watching her from where she sat.

Luke Jackson was Steven’s biggest rival.

He was the captain of the football team and a total heartthrob.

He had pale white skin, black, curly hair, dazzling blue eyes and freckles that lined his face.

He was tall, muscular and very, very attractive.

She got up in a flourish, ignoring Ava’s questions and walked determinedly to where Luke sat with the other football guys.

His arms were folded across his chest and he watched with longing as Bea made her way to him.

There was a redhead beside him trying to get his attention by touching his arm suggestively.

He batted her arm away and bit his lip, his eyes focused on Bea.

Bea sat in his lap and stared into his blue eyes.

He placed his hands on her waist to steady her.

“Hey, Bea.” He rasped; his deep voice coated with desire.

“Hey, Luke.” She replied seductively.

She reached behind her and undid her bun, so her hair fell and framed her face, then she ran her fingers along Luke’s jaw.

“May I?” she asked quietly as she cradled his face.

Luke nodded.

The redhead beside him stood up angrily and left, but no one really noticed her.

Bea smiled and kissed him deeply.

She slid her tongue down his throat and he let out a loud moan.

He kissed her back passionately.

The cafeteria erupted in cheers.

They kissed for a solid minute; wet, sloppy kisses.

Then Bea pulled back.

She saw Raphael leaning against the cafeteria door with a teasing smile on his face.

He winked at her.

Bea felt her face turn red.

She looked down at Luke who was smiling sheepishly at her.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s do this again another time.”

Then she sauntered off to her seat, very well aware of Steven’s eyes on her.

Ava and Kelsey literally dragged her down the moment she got to their table.

“What the f**k, Bea?” Ava whispered wide eyed.

“What?” Bea shrugged.

“You just kissed Luke in front of Steven. He’s definitely going to be angry.” Kelsey whisper -screamed.

Bea laughed.

“I couldn’t care less about Steven. He should fall off a cliff and die for all I care.” Bea said.

Kelsey and Ava shared a look.

“What?” Bea asked the girls.

“Nothing. We’re just proud of you.” Kelsey said.

Bea blushed.

“Thanks, girls.”

The loud, piercing sound of the electric bell rang in the distance.

Bea let out a breath.

What a break.