The Bad Boy's Thorn

Chapter Two

archer silva played by kai

vincent ace played by matthew daddario

yuta xu played by jimin

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I held the new water bottle in my hand, scoffing as I watch Archer retreating figure. I shrug my shoulder, unscrewing the lid from the bottle.

I take a long sip of the water, the refreshing liquid slid down my throat. Tch. If this guy really had a water bottle all along why did he drink my water?

The school bell rings, finally! I don't think Mrs Potter is very fond of me after cursing out loud in front of her. I walk back inside her classroom and made my way towards my bag, I place the water bottle Archer gave inside, additionally placing the rest of my things inside.

After slinging my back pack over my shoulder I made my way towards the exit of the classroom. "Malia, don't leave too fast." Mrs Potters sharp voice intrudes my exit.

Rolling my eyes mentally I finally turn to face her with a bored look, she really must hate me. I was expecting her to give me a detention but instead she does the opposite.

"I see potential in you Malia, I believe that you can go far in life, don't let silly boys like Archer distract you from reaching your goals." she says pushing her glasses up on to the bridge of her nose.

"Before you go to your next class, I'd find it really helpful if you could hand this to the school's nurse." She gives me a sheet of paper. I focus my glance on to it.

Mrs Potter gives me a promising look. "I trust you not to look through this paper it's very confidential." I nod my head, taking the piece of paper.

What could this dumb piece of paper hold anyways? It's not like it would benefit me looking through it. "Sure." I mumble walking out of her classroom.

I knew the way to the infirmary, that's where the school nurse Mrs Yion treated students who felt sick. I remember two years back when I used to go to the infirmary just to get away from the students of this school.

Mrs Yion, the nurse could easily recognise me. She knows me too well to not. My nerves slightly struck me, I look at the sheet of paper. It had a very familiar name written on to it.

Vincent Ace.

No I can't look at it, it would be wrong. Holding in my curiosity I walk towards the infirmary.

The hallways were empty, the only sound I could hear was the penetrating sounds of my footsteps.

Suddenly I bump into someone, someone I had bumped into earlier. Vincent Ace, he purses his lips running a hand through his tousled brown hair.

The sheet of paper I was holding stated his name boldly, I place it behind my back. His eyes follow the sheet of paper, he glances at me silently.

He reaches over and grabs the sheet of paper with ease, i curse silently as he looked at his name which was bold on the paper. He tensely looks at the information on the paper.

This was my cue to leave, I take a step back. Turning towards the direction of my next class, however Vincent had other plans.

His hand easily catches my wrist, he pulls me back so I was facing him. He gestured his hand towards the paper, as if he was asking me if I read the information on it.

"I had a simple task to give it to the nurse. That's why I had that paper." I tell him slickly. He rakes his hand through his hair before letting out a sigh of relief.

This boy isn't talking, why the heck isn't he talking? He takes the sheet of paper with him, once again ignoring my presence - I watch as he walked towards the infirmary.

Looking at him perplexed I walk towards my next class. I had an excuse why I was late, I take a quick route towards my English literature class.

I knock on the door. As I waited for a response my eyes fell on Yuta one of my old friends in this high school, he lost his thick rimmed glasses and long fringe that covered his eyes. I couldn't believe it, he looks so good.

"Malia!" As my name is exclaimed by the English Literature teacher, the people in the classroom straighten their backs as they looked at me.

I walk inside the classroom with a bland expression, this was my second official lesson. This day is rather disgustingly long.

"Sit beside Yuta." The English Literature teacher points towards the boy, a familiar feeling of giddiness returns. I've always enjoyed his presence.

He was the only person who didn't judge me, he went through the bullying with me. He didn't care, as long as he was with me - he'd do anything.

I hide my smile as I took a seat beside Yuta, the boy looks at me with a frown. My facial expression falters, his attitude towards me isn't really nice at the moment.

He looks at the name tag on my school blazer, he bites his lips before ignoring me. He's different, but why is he different?

I need to grow up, it's obvious that a person will change in the span of two years.

"You remind me of someone, she's dead now." Yuta says as his eyes darken with remorse. "It's scary how you look so much like her."

I gulp, he thinks I'm dead. I want to tell him that I'm the old nerdy girl he used to know, but I couldn't - it would blow my cover.

I needed to fix a lot of things in this school, revealing my secret would be a big mistake.

"I'm sorry for you loss." I mutter ironically, he gazes at me a little longer.

"You have the same name as her, you look so much like her. This can't be a coincidence." he looks at me suspiciously, he was smart. He was always smart.

"You also sound like her." he whispers, moving a strand of my hair back making me shiver nervously. "You even have the small birth mark that looks like a heart on your neck just like her." Yuta smiles sadly as he looked at me.

"I-I think I need to use the bathroom. It's probably a makeup stain, I need to remove that." I fumble on my words miserably as Yuta shook his head.

"Why are you back Malia?" he quietly says, i look at him with guilt.

"I'm not that girl you're talking about, please Yuta you're mistaking me for someone else, that other girl Malia is dead." I exclaim as his body stiffens from the harshness of my words.

"Well, I call bullshit." He retorts harshly, sliding his chair back as he got up. Leaving the classroom furiously slamming the door straight after.

The teacher glances at me before looking back at the door which just got slammed by Yuta. Students look at me before mumbling to themselves.

A small part of me felt bad for telling him that he thought wrong. But a large part of me felt good, I need to do what I have to do for people to not feel the same way I felt two years ago in this treacherous high-school.

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