The Bad Boy's? Or my Abuser?

I sat at the back of my first period Geometry class, and which I should definitely be paying attention but inspiration hits. My pen begins to fly across my paper leaving behind lyrics that had begins to form in my mind, and she couldn't help but smile. My eyes lift from my notebook where she has just written my newest set of song lyrics only to find, another pair matching hers, and those eyes belong to none other than Olivier Martinez the bad boy of Casper High School. Olivier Martinez where do I begin to start explaining him, he's the leader of the bad boys at Casper High, which includes Brandon Smith, and Kyle Masters which are all of course players who only want to get into every girls pants known to existence. Between the three of them they are pretty impressive, it's almost like they have an efficient system of using girls, and it always works no one has seen a single girl ever say no to one of those three. According to my count their group has actually gotten through majority of all the girls in the school, and only a few blissfully live in peace. Olivier sent a devilish smirk in my direction right as he shot his hand up, disrupting the teacher from her lesson about special right triangles which no doubt would be on our next test, and the teacher let out a dreadful sigh you can tell Olivier is her “Favorite” student. “Yes Mr. Martinez? What was so important that you interrupted my lesson for?” Our Geometry teach asks him, with an annoyed tone as the rest of the class lets out soft laughs waiting for what Olivier has to say. Olivier with his signature devilish smirk, gently leans back in his chair, and crosses his arms over his chest in a defiant/cocky way. As Olivier smirked I swear the girls in my class just all died, no joke they all just passed out, it kind of looks like a scene from a war zone, and the hilarious part is i'm the only girl still seated at my desk. Point one me! “Mrs. Miles have you noticed no one is paying attention to you? All the girls could only drool over myself, so there's no reason for you to teach, and don't worry I don’t think i’ll ever need to know how to use Special what again?” Mrs. Miles our geometry teacher is absolutely livid, I just shake my head with a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips, and I drop my pen on my desk knowing whatever time we have left in class will be spent on Mrs. Miles yelling at Olivier. Right as Mrs. Miles is about to let loose with her fury, the bell rings releasing us to lunch. When the sweet sound of the bell reaches my ears, it causes my body to automatically bolt out of the classroom, I dodge Olivier Martinez as he's walking slowly out of the class, and book it to the cafeteria. What food will always be the love of my life, and i’m sure as hell not going to let Olivier get in the way of that. I quickly jump into the lunch line for pizza, yes unlike many other schools who serve slop, mine actually serves edible things, and my favorite is the cheese pizza. I groan when the Line suddenly stops for the three main resident bad boys at Casper High as they cut the line, and unlike the other sluts at my school I will not let them get in the way of me and my pizzas love for each other. “Hey Pretty boys, the lines back there.” I send them a death glare I think batman would be proud of, then promptly my middle finger points to the end of the line, and I continue to pay for my lunch. As soon as I finished paying, my feet quickly drag my starving body over to my best friends table Samantha Blue or as I call her Sam, since she hates her full name she claims it’s too formal, and I completely agree.