The bad boy has his reasons

"Kaelyn, do you know how many guys wants you?" I asked her. She shook her head, I could see a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"What are you talking about? No guys 'want' me. I'm just plain old me." She mumbled. I shook my head. I tried to grab her hand, but she yanked it away.
"Kaelyn, have you not noticed how many guys check you out in the hallways at school? It disgust me, they look at you as if you are a piece of meat." I started. Butterflies began to erupt in my stomach. "But I'm not like that. I look at you as if you are beautiful, smart, and funny girl. You have no idea what you're doing to me,"
Without even knowing what I was doing, I crashed my lips onto hers. I tried forcing all my feelings into the kiss, but none were returned. I instatly regretted the whole talk when she pushed me back.
"I know what you're doing Collins, and I will not be another pawn in your game."
I messed up again. When will I be able to get her to trust me?


1. Chapter 1.

"Ah, mr. Green, you finally decied to show up for class." My science teacher Mrs. Sealock bitterly greeted. I looked around at all the faces staring at me; they were making me very nervous. 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 had been true. They weren't lies. I don't lie. My sience teacher and I weren't exactly on good terms right now, even though I get straight A's and always turn in my work, she still hates me. It probably has to do with the fact she had my trouble-maker of a brother two years ago.

"Well, you see um.." I looked around at the class. They seemed to be very interested in what I was going to say next. "I woke up late, due to the fact that my obnoxious brother had pulled a prank on me, by messing with my alarm clock. He changed the time on it, so instead of my clock saying it was six, it said 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, wich made me even later for school. I had to get my skateboard and I had a four mile skate and I couldn't call any of my friends because they were all ready in schoo-" I was rambling again, everyone in class was laughing, they weren't even trying to keep it quit. I don't know what would've happened if Mrs. Sealock hadn't told me to stop talking.

"Come her please, Kealyn." She instructed. I walked to her desk, with my head down, looking at my maroon colored Vans.

"After school, you will go to detention," my mouth dropped, I had never been there. I was a goody goody and they don't belong there. That's where all the trouble-makers go. 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 like more detentions." She smirked. I quickly nodded and walked through the rows of desks to a seat in the back of the classroom; actually the only seat that was available.

And just to my luck, it was in the front of Shane Collins, the school's bad boy. I've always tried to steer clear of him, but I have him in almost half of my classes. I've never sat anywhere remotely close to him, until today. This day just kept getting better and better.

Shane was famous for his fights, his bad mouthing, one night stands, and also his looks. I couldn't care less about what he did, who he fought, and who he badmouthed, but I had to admit.. puberty did wonders for him. He had icy blue yes, straight jet black hair, and a deep voice, wich made all the girls go crazy for him. That's not even mentioning his abs. I'd seen them once when I happened to be at one of his fights.

It was on the front lawn of the school, and when he was taking off his hoodie, his shirt lifted just enough for me to see his six-pack.
They were extremely toned and it looked like he spent a lot of time trying to keep them that away.

I was one of the few girls that haven't been a one night stand for him. I didn't tolerate things like that. I thought that it was stupid to do that, because 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, they were dead. They died in a car accident about three years ago. Now I live with my older brother and my grandma only lives a few houses down from us.

"Earth to Kealyn," someone spoke into my ear. It was a deep voice, a voice that was recognizable no matter how high my head was up in the clouds. I shivered and turned around to look at him. Shane. "You know you still need to hand that paper on your desk. You might want to start focusing." He mumbled into my ear. He took a stand of my light brown hair in his hand an twirled it around his finger. I swatted his hand away and handed him our science prompt that was due at the end of class. I bent down, so I could unzip my backpack and get out a pencil and a notebook. When I sat back up, I could feel warmth on my waist. Two hands were holding it, their thumbs moving in a circular motion.

The bad boy was holding me. No, no, no, no, no. If he thinks he can get away with that then he's crazy. I will not fall for his little game.

I quickly turned around, only to meet his eyes only inches away from mine. He was smirking and I could tell he was amused.

"Don't touch me," I said. For once I hadn't rambled. Oh no. Don't jinx yourself Kealyn. I was nervous, and I always ramble when I'm nervous.. especially if I'm around a boy or someone I don't know that well.

"Why not?" He smirked. I bit my lip; I had to keep myself from making a fool out of myself.

"B-because," I stuttered. "Because I have a personal bubble. That means if you violate it then you will regret it because I will make you pay for violating it. So don't touch me again because it's my space. Well not actually my space because there are a bunch 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 workt 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 something like that to Shane. Who knows what he'll do to me now. Oh my god I probably just put myself on his death list. I cringed at the thought and looked at Shane. He seemed very amused by my whole rambling scene. He leaned back in his chair and smirked at me.

"Don't worry, beautiful, just because you talked back to me doesn't mean that you're on my death list," He winked. Uh oh.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" I slouched down in my seat and looked at the floor.

"That little bit were you 'thought' that I had just put you on my death list, yeah you did." He laughed quitly. I glared at him, my heart pace was increasing and my cheeks were becoming warmer. I turned back around and hid behind my chair, so he wouldn't see my embarrassed expression.

Just when I tought he woud leave me alone, he tapped my shoulder.

"By the way, I don't have a death list." He wispered in my ear. A wave of relief washed over me, but then I realized what he did.

He. Touched. Me. Again.

I shook my head and tried to concentrate on my work, but it was very hard to do with Shane sitting behind me, constantly tapping his foot on the back of  my leg of my desk's chair. Why was he doing this? He's never even spoken a word to 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 beed steering clear of boys since then; all boys expect Carter. Carter's been my best guy friend since elementary school. We've always been there for each other and we protect each other like siblings. Carter has many girls swooning over him. He has light brown hair and green eyes; something a lot of girls fall for.

My attention was focused on Shane again when he was now playing with my hair. Eventually I snapped and when I was turning around my knee hit the side of my desk, causing there to be a loud noise. Everyone turned to look at me, and I could hear Shane laughing.

That jerk.

"Is there something wrong Ms. Green?" Mrs. Sealock asked.

"No, nothing at all." I mumbled. I glanced at Shane once more before returning to my work, he was grinning. I had never seen the bad boy smile like that; it was wierd.

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