Bad Boy Rumors

4. The Fight

Dating Wesley Royal. How did it manage to get around the school that I was dating Wesley Royal? It wasn't true. It wasn't true at all. It would never be true. Wesley was so...ugh.

After Cam asked me if I was dating Wesley I immediately freaked out and yelled no a million different ways. Apparently that's what everyone in school is saying. After asking her how this happened, she explains to me his history. History meaning Wesley was a complete bad boy and nothing but trouble. Nothing new, I heard it before. He'd disappeared last year and that's why the school was freaking out over this rumor.

Wesley Royal didn't have friends and Wesley Royal definitely didn't have girlfriends. He's never had one before despite the rumors of him sleeping with countless women and snatching virginity's but never any form of commitment. The whole school thought that I was sleeping with him. Not only that but they were saying I changed him into a one woman man and he was finally in a relationship... with me. Who would even willingly volunteer to have s*x with him? He's rude, full of himself, and bound to have at least one STD by now.

I am disgusted.

Stomping to class, my sight sets on Wesley who's sitting in Mr. Royal's desk chair smirking up at the man frowning at him. Watching the two, realization came over me. They were related. How though? Mr. Royal didn't look old enough to be someone's father. His looks easily granted him the ability to be someone's daddy but not father. His strong hands and obviously chiseled body -. Okay Amelia back on track.

Maybe they were brothers. They didn't seem that far from each other in age so yeah that was my guess. Once the bell rang, Wesley stood up and made his way back to me looking annoyed.

"Are you insane or just plain dumb?"

"Excuse me?" Who does this...thug think he's talking to?

"I said. Are. You. Insane. Or. Just. Dumb." He says slowly speaking like I'm some kind i***t.

"What's your issue?" I whisper in frustration trying to advert attention from the two of us.

"My issue is that you're telling people you're my girlfriend which your clearly not because I have standards."

He knew. He f*****g knew.

"You need to tell everyone that we're not dating!" I whisper at him while trying to still copy down the notes from the board.

"No! I'm not the one who went around telling people it!"

"I wasn't either!"

Surprise falls over his face at my words, "You're not the one who started the rumor?" He asks narrowing his eyes like he's waiting to catch me in a lie.

"No! Now use your fan base or whatever the hell it is to tell people that we're not together!" I yell frantically hoping this nightmare will end soon. Sure, Wesley's attractive but he's not a nice person and bad boy is not my type.

Instead of agreeing he leans back in his chair and props up his legs on my seat. "Why would I do that?" He says innocently.

"Because it's not true!" I grit out trying not to get angry at his sudden unwillingness.

"Really? Is this you breaking up with me? I'm wounded." He pouts turning towards me holding his heart playing the situation up.

This boy is bipolar!

"If you don't tell everyone the truth, I'll literally choke you to death" I say as threateningly as I can muster with my small voice. There was no way I could harm Wesley in anyway. He was huge and I'm barely 5'5. Not only that but according to rumors he can and has broken necks with his bare hands.

"Hmm... choking I love it when you talk dirty to me Amelia." He widens his legs and leans back in his seat groaning in exaggeration. God, I hate this boy. I take it back he's not god's gift, he's the devil.

"Knock it off, Wes" I yell finally turning towards him.

This gets the attention of some of the classmates and apparently Mr. Royal as he looks back towards me. When he notices that I'm sitting next a beaming Wesley, he walks in between our desk to investigate the commotion.

"Is there a problem Ms. Sanders?" Mr. Royal asks looking between the two of us.

"No, sir." I mumble aiming my head down.

"Alright then I expect no more outburst from the two of you," he scolds ready to turn around and walk away before Wesley speaks up.

Please don't be about me. Please don't be about me. Please don't be about me.

"Rick, Amelia is breaking my heart," Wesley bursts out looking up at Mr. Royal.

Damn it.

Rick or Mr. Royal looks at Wesley like he doesn't believe what just came out of his mouth and I'm looking at him the same way. I can't believe the inconsiderate jerk would yell that in front of the whole class. If anyone didn't think the dumb rumor was true at first, they sure do now. Every jaw in the room drops at his words surprised at the notorious bad boy putting on a show about being hurt.

"Wes, Amelia, please handle your lovers’ squabbles outside of class." He monotones to us.

"We're not lovers! We're not anything!" I shout standing up. I'm not taking the blame for this. I'm not going down with this ship that is the S.S. Royal. Screw him.

"This is what I mean!" Wesley matches my tone standing up too, "One minute she's like this but the next she's asking me to bend her over my lap and-"

Mr. Royal stops him before he has a chance to finish his sentence, "Out. Now. Both of you go to detention!" He turns and begins to walk back to the board, his words being final and neither of us daring to question him.

I grab my bag and rush out of the room without another word. Once we get to the detention room, I take a seat in a desk where all the seats around it are occupied so Wesley can't sit next to me. I was livid. I can't believe that he would embarrass me like that in front of the whole class, in front of the whole school. By the end of the day this will be everywhere.

Wesley sits in front of one of the boys who was already in the room and starts up a conversation. Looking up I realize that the two boys surrounding me were the boys from this morning (AKA the Goon Squad). They continue to talk and laugh despite the disapproval of the teacher who continues to eye them but not dare to tell them to be quiet.

"Hey, Amelia" Wesley says trying to get my attention.

"Psstt"

"Lia, Lili, Sanders, Sand Paper"

Who's insane or dumb now? Despite his best efforts I continue to ignore him still fuming despite my calm exterior. Apparently the bad boy doesn't take no for an answer because soon he's standing up and moving my way.

"Connor, stand up," Wes says taking a seat in front of me as one of the blonde-haired boys stands up and switches seats with him. Talk about a kiss a*s.

He turns around and stares at me for a few minutes without saying anything. I start to feel uneasy as his deep eyes move over my face and down my chest to the small amount of cleavage exposed in my tight white shirt.

"Stop staring at me," I say slamming my pen down looking at his unmoving eyes. But my frustration only makes the smirk reappear on his face.

"Why are you mad?"

"You embarrassed me in front of the whole class!"

I go back to ignoring him until the bell rings and I exit the room without another word. Walking out I see Avery across the hall at his locker. I rush over to his locker and smile at him before the Captain Goon has a chance to catch up and talk to me.

"Hey, sorry about yesterday I got caught up. Can we reschedule for lunch today?" I ask hopefully.

"Yeah, what happened? Getting too hot and heavy with your bad boy boyfriend?" He smirks at me closing his locker.

It is out everybody knows. If Avery knows then everybody must know. He was the probably the only person at this school who had less friends than me. His only friend was his graphing calculator.

"Stop, he's not my boyfriend. I hate him." I exhale leaning against the locker next to his.

"Really? Why is everyone saying that then?"

"I have no idea. Maybe because I sit next to him, or hit him in the face, or maybe because last period he told everyone I ask him to s***k me!"

"Well do you?" He asks looking at me warily with a hint of amusement behind the question.

I roll my eyes and walk away as he follows behind me before we go our separate way to our classes. I hate senior year.