Avoiding The Bad Boy

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hen you think life is going to go smooth. That is when disaster chooses

struck on the fir

just above my left eyebrow. God, I did not need this right now. It was the first day of my Soph

oaning so early in the morning?" Tra

so big, I can't even hide it, " I complained, cursing God

iform, and I'll help you, " she

art in half an hour,

air, I'm almost read

are at my best friend, who just finished putting her blonde hair in a ponytail. Her hair was so soft and shiny it made m

nd then her blue eyes widened as she gazed at my pimple, which had tears pricking

e nightstand between mine and Tracey's bed. It told me that ten minutes have already p

egun looking for her magic products, the ones that might make this hideous pimple go away. Whi

I did not need a big, fat pimple on my face on the first day of my Sophomore year, it was a disaster; and it hit my superstition. I bel

Let's hide that pimple, " Trac

r class, " I murmured as she begun a

ll be. One would have to tie you up to a horse's leg and even then you

u miss vital information, which means you increase your chances

n't worry, and there. Your pimple is not so obv

n my forehead was not there anymore. I mean, it was there but it was not

still there,

ressing out, will you? I'm sure your stress is the reason you got that pimple in the first place. So forge

I could see a few other girls leaving their dorm rooms, their bags slung over their shoulders.

e country, and it provided a great environment for its students. The teachers were dedicated and hard working and made sure the students enjoye

doors telling us that only ten minutes were remaining before our teachers reprimanded us

took our seats at the front bench. Mrs. Lemons was a woman of medium height

r once?" Tracey grumbled, pl

ld her, pulling out my notebook and my stash of color

u are a nerd?" Tracey complain

one is staring at my pimple, right?" I looked arou

. "No, Bri, no one is

t people to hear yo

st black hair and pale gray eyes, with a shiny personality to match. The girl could either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Which was why, a lot of people

liked Gemma, I really did, but I tended to keep my distance from her, simply because I was n

Mrs. Lemon said to Gemma and her posse of girls. T

nd I sat. "Hi, Tracey. Hello, Brielle. How are you both? I mus

" Tracey answere

't sure if Gemma's compliments were genuine or fake. Right now,

have lunch with us to

t'll be great, "

ma went to sit at her usual spot, which

r fake." I told Tracey as the stu

sse insulting Francis and her group. God, Gemma made her cry. And Francis said that sh

ss is starting." I hushed my best

had led them to immortality. These classic writers inspired me to write something of my own. I kept a journal and wrote in

ming year. Just like last year, I would get straight As this year as well, and I might j

, that I jumped in surprise when the classroom door opened and

t in his uniform. His tie was loose, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. His pants were riding awfully low, and I was afraid th

rs. Lemons admonished. "Clas

s what time it was. I hated boys like him. They alway

it doesn't happen again. I do not accept tardiness in my class." Mrs. Lemons eyed the

ilence as the boy buttoned his shirt and fixed his tie. Once he was done, h

tobacco slithered up my nose. Oh God, he smoked. He was not old e

ase tell us your name, " Mrs. Lem

ew boy, but I ignored it. The boy was trouble, it was written all over him; which was why I was goin

elwin, I am Mrs. Lemons and I will be

Dash. When Mrs. Lemons finished speaking, she turned back and whispe

d not be laughing at it. It was disrespectful. I wanted to ignore his presence in the room, but i

y away from him, "

But I want to know this

mean, his uniform is al

s are so thrilling

g between our success. If you ask me, he is

out everything? Live a little, Bri. You nee

e without the parties and the alcohol and

ing with me twice a month every month, and don't you

s on the lecture once again, " Mr

before bending for

dents found the new boy more interesting than Shakespeare and how he was such an incredible auth

e back. I tried to take deep breaths and ignore the unrest behind me, but it looked like Dash was not going to make it e

our promotion or demotion, so I say, class dismissed. You may all leave and come back tomorrow if you fee

sh. He had ruined my lecture. It would've been good if Mrs. Lemons would've finished telling us about the syllabus, but b

d I am going to avoi

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