The Bad Boy's Sweetheart

Chapter 4 HIM

The memories blended in with the melodies of the piano earlier. When I took a seat lazily at the end of

each class, I stared out of the window.

"Mommy, dad ripped my books and the teacher got angry at me." My lip trembled.

"All will be well, honey.” She sighed as she talked to the teacher over the phone.

My eyes sensed the arrival of the girl from earlier entered the room, I could tell she was trying to

imagine that I wasn't there with her in the room and I got the message loud and clear. She was a show

off when she played the piano and it was like the sounds danced around her. There was something

unknown about her that aggravated me, ! could tell by her constant head shaking and the way her eyes

looked to the side in anxiety.

My eyes assessed the normal students around me as I observed serenely and guessed what their lives

were like. In front of me, to the right side, was a girl who had big round eyeglasses and oily black hair, I

could tell that she wanted to get that boy's attention, my eyes drifted to the Asian boy that was sitting

with his back in front of her. I also peacefully gazed at the blonde haired girl beside the nerdy one as

she chewed gum and texted her one temporary boyfriend as she smiled glumly. These people didn't

know the worst, they were busy worrying about normal problems.

"Attention here, Mister Adams." The history teacher, Mr. Vann, strictly said to me. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"Isn't it enough that I am in your class? You have no reason to order me." It was hilarious how all the

heads turned around to gape at my offensive talk.

The teacher was weak anyway, he just taught more and ignored me because he didn't have evidence

of my recklessness. I was searching for my cigarettes in my bag that was under my desk but internally

groaned because I misplaced them in my other bag. My patience was running thin with this school and

I wanted a reliever.

My eyes met the emerald ones when I wandered up, all students filed out since it was the second to

last class and the teacher went out but not before he glared at me. We were alone. Although the room

was empty and she was in the front row like the goody two shoes she was, her stare analyzed me like

she did with her piano.

"What?" I shook off the weird feeling and snapped.

She opened her mouth to say something but shook her head with a disappointed expression, standing

up as her long blonde locks cascaded behind her like a river.

I quickly stood up when the girl walked out and ditched the last class. I was agitated and in need of a

cigarette.

"Here you go." Neon purple hair appeared in my vision, momentarily blinding me when the girl walked

up to my locker. She had a light Marlboro packet, nobody was in the hallway due to the last class that I

wasn't going to attend to. Her hand had black tattoos littering around to her elbow.

"This shit is weak,” I grunted but took one out of the packet, returning it back to her as she rolled her

bright blue eyes. At least, it was better than nothing.

"You're welcome.” She muttered back and I scowled, I never liked sarcasm. Never had since my drunk

excuse of a dad talked like that.

We stood silently as smoke puffs connected to a huge cloud and I exhaled the smoke, finishing it, I

dumped the cigarette on the floor and squished it.

"You looked like you needed it." She stated quizzically, crossing her arms when she stepped on her

cigarette. She seemed very nosey, I wondered about how I haven't seen her in my class.

"Were you in history class with me?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow and jaw clenched. She gave

off that annoying vibe that I despised, but I was Rys, I hated everything.

"Why would I be in your history when I could be in your future?" She flirted and I scoffed.

"That was lame as fuck." I retorted and walked away from the embarrassed girl. Kudos to her, she tried

to grab my attention but failed. I only used her for one cigarette.

I saw the blonde haired girl earlier in the morning playing on the piano and also, in lunchtime. She

played like her whole world depended on it. I had never seen anyone play the way she did. I calculated

the way she would tilt her head as she dedicated her soul to the melodic sounds and the way she

closed her eyes when she felt every chord.

I walked back to the dreadful house with my hands in my pockets, that was until the guy I punched

earlier, The "Prank King" that got on my nerves, approached me with his gang.

"You're so fucking helpless, you got your gang to defend you." I snorted at the furious guy, he

attempted a classical punch but I dodged it, I was half grateful because I knew how to fight when I was

getting beaten by my dad, I once broke his ankle.

The six members attempted to push me away but I had knuckled and punched all of them, getting

ready to tackle the jock. The principal once again barged in to interrupt my fun, claiming the

punishment.

"Detention for both of you tomorrow." He yelled after the gang breathed heavily at the bruises I gave

them. The whole crowd dispersed and the jock along with his gang went away to plot the next fight.

I got my white sleeves down as I zipped my jacket because of the angry wind that was ruffling my

brown curls. I continued to walk to the house with the blonde haired girl annoyingly in my mind.

"Stay forever mom, you're my hero." I begged her with tears at the bruise I got on my cheek.

"Oh, honey." She cried as she hugged me.

I was on the verge of losing myself even more.