The Bad Boy Had His Reasons

I don’t tend to do well under pressure. “What’s your excuse this time dear? You’ve only had to think of at least seven in the past two weeks,” I mentally cursed at my teacher. All my excuses

e fact she had my trouble-mak

it said that it was one. Because of that nasty prank I wasn’t able to wake up in time to get to school on time. So I asked my good for nothing brother to drive me and he said ‘no’ because it was my fault because I didn’t wake up, then we got in an argument, which made me even later for school. I had to g

ted. I walked to her desk, with my head

She handed me my slip; I could tell she was silently laughing in her head. “Now I will have no more of this nonsense, you will be here every day on time, unless you would

tried to steer clear of him, but I have him in almost half of my classes. I’ve never sat

ought, and who he badmouthed, but I had to admit… puberty did wonders for him. He had icy blue eyes, jet black hair, and a deep voice, wh

, his shirt lifted just enough for me to see his six-pack. They were extremel

use all it leaves you with is probably an STD and a lot of explaining to do to your parents. Of course, I wouldn’t have to explain anything to my parents

e that paper on your desk. You might want to start focusing.” He mumbled into my ear. He took a strand of my light brown hair in his hand and twirled it around his finger. I swatted his hand away and handed him our science prompt th

. If he thinks he can get away with that then

s eyes only inches away from mine. He wa

nx yourself Kaelyn. I was nervous, and I always ramble when I’m nerv

my lip; I had to keep myself

of kids who sit here throughout the day so it’s technically not mine. But, for right now it’s mine, so don’t do it again. I have work to do so butt out, and leave me alone,” I instantly regretted the last part. I told him to ‘butt out’ and you don’t say some

u talked back to me doesn’t mean that yo

I?” I slouched down in my s

e laughed quietly. I glared at him, my heart pace was increasing and my cheeks were becoming wa

would leave me alone,

whispered in my ear. A wave of relief wash

ched. M

o me, ever. It made me uncomfortable to know that he was the first boy to even touch me like that since my breakup a few months ago. I had been steering clear of boys since then; all boys except Carter. Carter's been my best guy

ly I snapped and when I was turning around my knee hit the side of my desk, causing th

t j

wrong Ms. Green?”

more before returning to my work, he was grinning. I h