The Bad Boy Next Door

Emilia POV ''Welcome to Great Oak High School Seniors!'' Principle Concilio said in the microphone. ''We are so glad that you are all here. We want to make sure that this year is going to be your year. This year is going to be epic for all of you. We want you to enjoy your last year at Great Oak.'' The first day of school, last day in Great Oak High, home of the Falcons.  I'm so ready to leave this hell hole, it's been a crazy four years and I'm ecstatic to say that I can't wait to go to Vista School of Fine Arts. I've got the acceptance and a full ride to go there to become an Artist.  I was sitting next to my best friend of Chloe as she was scrolling through her i********: likes and comments after she posted her sponsor video from Fashion Nova. This girl I swear sometimes, I love her to death but she is obsessed with social media life. All she cares about is Youtube- California-Vlog-Promotion. ''Ugh, I can't believe I'm not New York Fashion Week. Everyone is there but me,'' she wined. ''Does it really matter?'' I told Chloe. ''Emilia, it matters,'' she said placing her hair in a bun. ''Whatever you say,''  I mumbled. Principle Concilio dismissed the seniors and let us out for lunch. Everyone got up and zoomed out of the auditorium like a stampede and went to the courtyard. There was music flowing around the courtyard, clubs were spread out to persuade students to join, and of course, the popular kids causing commotion in their group by the cafe area. I was nearby a tree with Chloe talking about what goals we're doing this year.  ''--So, I was thinking if you can come over to catch up with Grey's Anatomy?'' She asked. ''I can't my mom has been nagging about making the first impression to our next-door neighbors.'' ''Oh, is it that hot mysterious bad boy with tattoos that you're talking about?'' ''Yes. Plus, I haven't seen him--'' ''--Oh he's right there,'' she points. I turn my head around and saw the mysterious bad boy sitting on a bench and reading a book. He had his airports in with his messy man bun.  ''Oh my gosh,'' I whispered. ''You didn't know he goes here?'' She asked. I turn my head back to her. ''I... I honestly didn't know. I never spoke to him it's only been a week.'' ''Emme, you need to step up your game cause I will snatch him if you don't,'' she winked and I rolled my eyes. I looked back to see him once again and found him gathering his things and leaving the area.  The bell ringed and it was time for all of us to head back to our last class of the day. The assembly took upon the majority of the day, which I wasn't so bothered by. But, I really was hoping to see my new teachers in my core classes, simply because I only need four classes to graduate. Typical honor student things I went to my Poetry Literature class over in building three and sat in the middle section. A few minutes later I saw Oliver, a former classmate walking in and sat right across of me. Oliver Jones is a popular jock here and very is obnoxious. A rich white kid who seemed to get away with everything and anything here on campus. Not to mention, his parents are on the school board committee so he technically can do whatever he pleases. And apparently, he has always got an interest in me.  ''Hey pretty girl,'' he said and ignore him. ''Hey,'' I replied in a dull tone. ''You know football season is up and you know what that means? Party in mi casa.'' ''That's great to know,'' I said in a sarcastic tone. ''I know right?'' He winked. I drew a fake smile and continue to look down on my notes. ''Already student's welcome to Poetry Literature, my name is Mrs.Brooks and I would be your teacher for the reaming of the semester--'' A double knock echoed through and it was the mystery neighbor, bad boy. He came in and said ''Excuse me, I'm new I didn't know where the room was.'' ''Oh no problem sweetie, welcome Mr?'' ''Liam, Liam Ball,'' he responds. Oliver snickers ''Like basketball?'' The classes giggled along with him. ''Mr.Jones, one more slick word and you're out,'' Mrs.Brooks snapped. She turned to Liam and said. ''Liam, welcome to Poetry Literature, you may have a seat.'' ----- socials ---> https://linktr.ee/vastiexo