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Avoiding The Bad Boy By coinikee Characters: 13407

Updated: 2018-01-26 18:27


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"Oh great, he is in this class as well, " I grumbled as soon as I saw Dash entering my science class.

"Isn't that just wonderful? Now I can stare at him some more, " Tracey replied, staring at Dash as if he were a super model. In my opinion, he only looked like a super model, but was not pretty from the inside. He was bad. He was trouble. He smoked.

"Unless you have eyes at the back of your head, I doubt you can see him from the front row." I told her.

"Oh I can see him. Watch." And with that Tracey held out her arm, halting Dash from walking to the back of the class. Dash frowned before looking at Tracey then her arm.

"What?" Dash asked, his forehead creasing in a frown.

"Hi there, newbie, how are you? I just wanted to say that the seat is empty, you can sit here if you like, " Tracey said, pointing at the empty seat next to where she sat.

Dash glanced at the empty seat before looking at my best friend. "No thanks, I prefer to sit at the back."

"Oh please, there is a first time for everything, right Bri?" Tracey nudged me with her elbow, but I didn't dare lift my eyes from my textbook. The teacher would come soon and I had to be prepared in case he or she asked any questions.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure, " I said.

"See, my best friend agrees. You should sit here, " Tracey stated.

"But I prefer to sit at the back, " Dash responded.

"But—" I cut her off.

"Let him go, Tracey. He obviously doesn't come here to get an education. So let him sit at the back, " I muttered, not glancing at Dash.

"What's her problem?" Dash questioned, causing me to frown. Was he talking about me?

"Bri likes to study, " Tracey explained, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I can tell." I heard Dash sigh. "Alright, I'll sit at the front today. But, I have one condition, " he stated.

"Oh yes, anything. Name it." I wanted to slap my best friend. What was wrong with her? It had only been a couple of hours since we saw Dash, and already she was swooning over him. If she kept this up, then I would not help her study for the mid-terms.

"You will sit on this chair, while I will sit on your chair, " Dash said, causing me to whip my head up to look at him.

"No!" I cried. "Absolutely not. Tracey is not going to sit there. She is my best friend and she always sits with me."

Dash shrugged. "Alright then, I'll be sitting at the back." He was just about to walk away when Tracey threw me an apologetic look before standing up.

"It's okay. You can sit here. I'll sit there, " she said, ignoring the looks she was getting from the rest of the students.

"What the hell, Trace? You can't leave me, " I hissed.

"I'm really sorry, Bri. But just this once sit without me. Dash is so cute, and I want him to like me; so please, for me, just deal with him for the next hour, " Tracey pleaded.

I wanted to growl and tell her to sit her butt back down. I didn't want to sit with a person who was nothing but a bad influence. But this was Tracey, my best friend, and for some stupid reason she had a crush on this new guy after only seeing him for a couple of hours. I didn't know you could develop crushes this fast. But, as it was, she had developed a crush on him, and so, I had to give her what she wanted.

"Fine, " I grumbled, throwing her a disapproving glare. "But just this once. In the next class, you are going to sit with me."

"Yes, thank you. And I will sit with you in the class, I promise." Tracey turned her attention to Dash who was standing a few feet from Tracey. "Dash, you can sit here."

Without a word, Dash came forward and dropped his bag on the floor besides mine. I eyed the nearly empty bag with disapproval. I could not believe he didn't have his books with him. Why was he in this school when he had no intention of learning?

As soon as he sat down beside me, I felt his scent invading my senses. And I wasn't sure if I should gag or swoon. It was a mixture of cologne and tobacco, a weird but heady combination. If I were Tracey or any othet girl, I would've swooned, definitely. But since I was Brielle, swooning was not an option. And since the scent was not as abhorrent to initiate my gag reflex, I did what I did best. I ignored him.

After a couple of minutes, the teacher entered. I did not know the name of this teacher since he was new, but I was more than ready to find out. He looked to be in his early forties with gray hair and pale blue eyes framed with wire-rimmed glasses.

"Good morning, class, I am Mr. Jeffrey Simmons, and I am going to be your science teacher for this year. Since this is the first day of classes, I will just be going over the syllabus with you guys and from tomorrow, we will officially begin with our classes, " Mr. Simmons said before flashing a smile.

"Jeffrey, what a strange name, don't you think so?" Dash said to me.

"Learn to respect teachers, they play a crucial role in shaping our future, " I hissed, then went back to ignoring him.

"They just guide us. We shape our own future, " Dash argued.

"I am not speaking to you. I have better things to do, like listen to the teacher who works his butt off in order to shape our minds, " I muttered.

I was busy writing down whatever Mr. Simmons was saying when Dash brought his hand over my notebook and flicked my pen while I was writing, which caused my pen to slash a line over my words.

"What is your problem?" I barely restrained from raising my voice as I didn't want Mr. Simmons to hear me and scold me for talking in class.

"I'm bored, entertain me, " he stated.

"Go away. Let me learn, " I seethed, trying to pay attention to the teacher once more.

As soon as I started writing on my notebook, Dash placed two of his fingers on the edge of the paper and gave my notebook a sudden jolt, causing my pen to slash a long crooked line on the paper.

"Oops. You need to keep a firm hold on your pen. It's unbelievable how you can write like this. Tsk. Tsk, " Dash whispered.

That's it, I was going to destroy something, more like his face. I shot Dash my most menacing glare, before turning to the side along with my notebook, so that half of my back met with Dash's face. If he wouldn't leave me alone, then I would ignore him. No matter how good looking he was, and no matter how cute he was trying to be, I could not waste my time on him; I needed my father to be proud of me.

I took a deep breath when I was sure that Dash would no longer bug me. Or so I thought. I only had a few minutes of peace when I felt Dash's hand on my bare knee. I froze when he brushed his fingers on my knee. But when his fingers trailed upwards, pushing aside the material of my skirt, that w

as when my instincts took over and I jerked my knee out of his hold, only to have it hit the underside of my desk, causing me to swear out loud, which—as my luck would have it—attracted the attention of Mr. Simmons. Just great!

"Ms. Goldman, are you aware of the language policy in this school?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"Yes, Mr. Simmons, I am very well aware." I paused, swallowing hard while glancing at Dash who looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. "But you must understand, it was a reflex action, one caused by this guy sitting right next to me." I gestured towards Dash, whose barely concealed smile turned into a scowl.

"And what did this young man do that warranted such an unlady-like response, in the middle of my lecture no less?" Mr. Simmons enquired. The whole class was silent, listening to me and Mr. Simmons.

"Uh...well...you see—" I didn't know what to tell him. But one glance at Dash's calm and collected face told me exactly what I needed to say. "Dash asked me if I would like to go out with him for some weed." I hard a chorus of gasps from the students, which pushed me onwards. "And I was so shocked that I banged my knee against the desk which caused me to swear out loud. My apologies, Mr. Simmons, it will never happen again, " I finished, trying my best not to look at Dash, who I knew was glaring at me.

Mr. Simmons then turned his attention to Dash. "Mr. Melwin, is this true? Were you offering weed to Ms. Goldman?"

"Wh—Absolutely not! She is ly—lying. I don't even have weed on me, " Dash said, sounding aghast.

"So you're saying Ms. Goldman is lying?" Mr. Simmons queried, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Of course she is, " Dash stated.

"I am not lying, Mr. Simmons. You can smell him, he smells like a smoker." I told him.

Without another word, Mr. Simmons strode over to Dash and bent low until his nose was a few inches from Dash's neck. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing as Mr. Simmons took a whiff of Dash's scent, while Dash looked like he was watching a horror movie.

Nobody spoke, there was pin-drop silence as the whole class waited with baited breath to hear Mr. Simmons' verdict. I curled my hand into a fist, my nails digging in my palm as I waited for Mr. Simmons to prove me right.

"Well, it looks like Ms. Goldman is right. To the Headmaster's office with you Mr. Melwin, and as for you Ms. Goldman, I suggest you go to the infirmary, have the doctor look at your knee, " Mr. Simmons stated, causing Dash to swear out loud.

"She is lying, Mr. Simmons. I did not offer her weed or any other drugs, " Dash protested, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Tell that to the Headmaster, Mr. Simmons. Now hurry up, take your things and go to his office. And you, too, Ms. Goldman; to the infirmary with you, " Mr. Simmons ordered us both.

With a glare at Mr. Simmons, Dash stood up and picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder before marching out of the classroom. Once he was gone, I placed my notebook and in my bag and left the classroom, but not before throwing a glare at Tracey who threw me an apologetic look in return.

Once outside, I made sure that the coast was clear of Dash Melwin before making my way to the infirmary. My knee throbbed and I cursed Dash for doing what he did. Why couldn't he just behave like a normal student and pay attention to the teacher instead of bothering me?

As soon as I reached the infirmary—which took me a good ten minutes—I knocked once before opening the door. The infirmary at Burswick had sixteen beds along with side tables containing the necessary medical equipment which was tucked safely inside the drawers. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air like a physical entity, causing me to wrinkle my nose.

"Ah, Ms. Goldman, how can I help you?" Nurse Leslie asked me, flashing me a soft smile. I liked Nurse Leslie, she was sweet lady in her late twenties with brown hair and eyes.

"I hit my knee on the desk, and it hurts." I told her.

"Already? It's only the first day of school, " Nurse Leslie teased. "Sit down on one of the beds, I'll be right there with you."

First day of school and it was already going downhill. If this continued, then the whole year would be miserable. Maybe the Headmaster would suspend Dash or something, anything that would keep him away from me.

I hated lying and I felt bad for framing Dash in such a way, but I had to do something. I had to protect myself along with my academic year. My father would not be happy with me if I got bad grades, and I needed him to be happy with me for once.

The sound of a phone ringing broke me out of my guilt-ridden thoughts. Nurse Leslie answered the phone and after a few affirmatives, she hung up and stood up.

"Will you be alright for a few minutes? I just have to go down to the grounds because a student got injured, " she said to me.

I nodded. "Sure, no problem. I'll wait."

With a smile, Nurse Leslie walked out of the infirmary, but not before telling me that she would be back in a few minutes. Once she was gone, I looked around the plain infirmary. This place was so boring. After I got out of here, I would go to the library to get a head start on my studies.

My hopes plummeted when the door of the infirmary opened and Dash Melwin sauntered in. When his blue eyes locked with mine, I cursed myself and him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"You made a big mistake, " Dash said, stopping just an inch from me.

"No, you made a big mistake when you touched my knee. I could've told Mr. Simmons that you sexually harrassed me, but I didn't, you should thank me for that." I told him, looking at my nails.

"You think it matters?! You are going to pay for what you did, " he stated.

"Get out of here and leave me alone, otherwise I will scream this place down, and you will be accused for much more than just dealing drugs to a minor, " I threatened.

Dash laughed. "You think your threats matter? You can't get rid of me, keep that in mind." When I didn't respond, he continued, "I am giving you twenty four hours to apologize to me...in a decent way. Twenty four hours, no more and no less; I want my apology." As soon as he finished, he turned to leave.

"Or what? What if I don't apologize to you?" I questioned.

Dash turned and fixed me with his menacing blue eyes. "If you don't apologize, then I promise I will make your life a living hell...

"...you will face the ten semsters."

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Author's Note.

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