The Bad Boy

chapter ten

I stood there looking at the guy in the leather jacket.

The hot guy in the leather jacket.

The guy who had his back to me and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you just going to stand there or what?" I heard his raspy voice say.

His voice was raspy, almost like he just woke up.

I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"How'd you know I was here?"

He turned around and took another drag from his cigarette.

"It's called having ears." He said with a smirk tugging on his lips.

His perfect, kissable lips.

I unconsciously began to play with the strap on my crossbody.

"Yeah, that would make sense." I shrugged.

He still had over half of that stupid cigarette left, and I was about to take a chance here and hope he didn't cuss me of or get his girlfriend on me.

Not that I think he would, but still.

I cautiously stepped up to him and grabbed the cigarette from him, right as he was about to take another puff from it, and threw it over the roof.

He looked from his hand, to me, then back to the cigarette that was over on the ground by now.

"What the f**k was that for?" He asked, anger clear in his voice.

"Smoking is bad for you." I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair.

"Oh, you're one of those that care about the environment." He said dryly.

"I didn't say that, I said for you."

"Don't make it sound like you care, no one does."

He said the last part low, so low that I almost didn't hear him.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, don't ask me personal f*****g questions." He snapped, making me jump slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave." I said softly.

I backed up and spun around, getting ready to leave. As soon as my hand touch the doorknob to go back in, I heard his voice.

"You don't have to."

I looked over at him to see him lighting up yet another cigarette.

"You sounded angry."

"When do I not?"

"True, but I don't want to make you any angrier."

I moved away from the door and took off my bookbag, placing it down a few feet away from his.

I looked back at him to smirk came onto his face, again.

"What?" I asked.

"Why not? Scared about what I might do?"

A little.

"Nope, because I don't like to make people mad."

I stomped over to him, snatched the cigarette and threw it.

"Okay, now you're making me mad." He glared at me.

"So? You're making me mad."

He looked taken a back for a split second before he chuckled.

"I don't think anything could make you mad."

"What? What makes you say that?" I asked.

He chuckled as I sat on the little box thing that probably was used for cables.

"You seem very...good. Like you hate to get on someone's nerves and nothing can get on yours."

I thought about it before replying.

"Okay, half of that is the truth and half is a lie; I do hate to get on someone's nerves but things do get on my nerves." I said confidently.

"Like what? When you forget to study? When you can't open a pickle jar?" He asked with that same stupid smirk.

Sexy smirk.

"I can open my pickle jars, thank you very much."

He chuckled and came to sit over by me, leaving more than enough room.

I wanted to introduce myself to him, but I didn't want to seem desperate, like all these other bitches at this school.

Everyone fanned of Blake Millers.

Just tell him your name.

I'm going to sound desperate.

You sound crazy talking to yourself.

I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to- oh wait. Nevermind.

Idiot.

Shut up.

"I'm Ella." I looked up at him with a hand covering my eyes and smiling at him.

He looked down at me causing a few hair strands to fall into his eyes. It was like he was about to say something, but quickly changed his mind.

"Blake." He simply replied.

The bell rang and I got up.

"Nice talking to you, Blake."

I slipped my bookbag onto my back and looked at the captain of the football team.

He shot me a smirk while pulling out his pack of cigarettes.

"I know." He blankly said.

I looked at his pack and shot him a grin. Before he could open the pack, I snatched it and threw it from the roof.

"Bye!"

I quickly ran out before he had the chance to grab me by my throat or throw me from the roof like I did his cigarettes.

I slowly down once I thought I was far enough from him. I rounded the corner and ran slam smack into someone.

"Move idio- oh it's you." The familiar voice spoke up.

I fixed my clothes and looked into the brown eyes of my sister.

"Don't sound too happy." I replied, making her laugh.

"I'm always happy to bump into my little sister."

I flinched as she slung her arm over my shoulders, thinking she was going to hit me.

"Hey, relax. I'm not going to hurt you, El."

Her voice was soft with a hint of hurt.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. What class are you going to?"

"Uh, Psychology."

"Big word, dumb it down for me."

I laughed.

"It's basically social studies."

"Ah, got it, I'll walk you."

We began heading in the direction I was going first.

"So, I heard Mariana is trying out for the cheer team."

I sighed.

"Yeah, she's happy."

"Are you?"

I looked over at my blonde, cheery, preppy older sister.

"As much as I can be."

She nodded.

"I get it. If needed, I can make sure she doesn't make the team."

I laughed.

"No. Definitely not, she's my best friend and she loves cheering."

"Well okay."

Pretty soon we got to my fourth block and I walked into the class, expecting to see Mariana.

My expectations were met, but not exactly. She was in her correct seat, which was beside mine, but Aria was beside her.

When the hell did she get into this class?

I went and sat inside my seat, causing Mariana to turn my way.

"Hey, best-fran!"

Best-fran? What the hell is that?

She squealed and hugged me, missing my flinch from her suddenness.

"Uh hey."

"How was lunch?" She asked with bright eyes.

"Why are you worried about that loser's lunch, girl? She's pathetic and irr-"

"Aria, were you talking about my sister?"

Mariana, Aria and I all looked up into the angry face of Gracie.

Where the hell did she even come from?

"Uh no. Of course not, Gracie." Aria said softly.

"Didn't think so."

She huffed and sat on top of my desk.

"Your butt is on my desk."

She sighed, and said nothing. Which let me know she wanted something.

"What do you want?" I asked my sister.

She faked a gasp.

"What? Me? Need something? Of cou- I need your card."

I sat there blinking at her.

"My card? For what?"

"Okay so you see, this morning I didn't even notice that I didn't have my card in my purse. So, when I went in it to put gas in my car this morning, there's no card. And you know I barely carry loose money on me, but I had a five. So, I put that in my tank to get me here, but I don't have any to get me home. Luckily, there's a gas station not even two miles down the street.

"So you need my card for gas?"

"That and I'm starving!"

She pouted.

I laughed.

"Okay okay here."

I went into my crossbody and gave her my bank card.

"Thanks. Ilysm!"

She placed a quick kiss for my cheek before hopping down and walking out of my classroom with her blonde straight ponytail swinging behind her.

"I really don't see how you two are sisters. You're so ug-" Aria started but was cut off by Mariana.

"Don't do it, Aria. She's my bestfriend."

Aria sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Pretty soon the lesson started but all I could think about was that cigarette smoking, dark haired, bad boy of a football captain.