6 He's so Annoying

My alarm started ringing for the fifth time this morning and I decided it was time to wake up. I checked to see what time it was and it was already seven. School started at 7:20. It takes me about half an hour to get ready, so I was definitely going to be late to school.

I rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and put my hair into a messy bun. I grabbed any outfit and threw it on. I checked in the mirror to make sure it made sense.

I was wearing a white top and some ripped, blue boyfriend jeans. I slide on my white converses, some jewelry, and pocket my phone. I brag my keys and run out of the house.

It was now 7:40 and I hopped into my car. There was no time for walking today. I speed through the streets of Philly and when I'm halfway to the school, I realize I forgot my gym bag for today. It had all my stuff to change into for cheer tryouts.

"Fuck!" I swerve my car into a u-turn and drive back to my house. I rush in and search my room for my bag. I find it under my bed and run back outside to the car.

This time, I check to make sure I have everything and race to school. I finally make it and it's already 8:30.

Why is time betraying me?!

Everyone was still in second period, but it ends in 20 minutes. I had to get a late pass from the office.

There was a long line of other students waiting for late passes too. By the time I got my pass, second period was over and I missed art class. My favorite class.

So instead of going to second period, I had to go to fourth, which was trig. Math was the worst subject to have first thing early in the morning.

I walk into the classroom, while other students started to walk in as well. They quickly took their seats and I didn't know where to sit. I spotted Parker walking in and I walk over to him.

"Hey, where are you sitting," I ask him.

"My seat's in the back. You can sit by me if you want." I respond to him with a slight nod. We walk to the back of the classroom and take our seats. The last person who entered the classroom was Chester and today he had a smile on his face.

I didn't think he was capable of such things.

He slid into the seat on the other side of me. The smile just stayed in its place.

"What's up with you today," Parker asked Chester.

"Can't I just be happy today?" At this point, he was scaring me with how big his smile was. He was getting weird stares from other people in the class too.

"Your never happy," Parker says. Chester just responds with shrugging his shoulders.

The teacher started the lessons and I copied down the notes on the board. He asked some of the students questions, slowing going around the room.

"So what's the answer for this question, Mr. Scott?" Mr. Stilinski was waiting for Chester's answer. Chester looked confused, but blurted out any answer, not really putting in effort to answer the question.

"Um, 15." That wasn't even close. Mr. Stilinski didn't even bother trying to help Chester and moved on with the lesson. I snorted under my breath trying to hold it in, but Chester hears me anyways.

"Oh, so you think that's funny?" Chester was trying to look all serious, but failed and looked like a complete idiot and I started laughing even more.

Next thing I know, Chester is pulling out his pen and squibbling all over my notes. It took me a minute to register what happened, but he succeed in stopping my laughter.

"Why did you do that, you asshole? That took me forever to write!" I was boiling angry, but he just thought it was funny.

"Your cute when your angry." That just made me even more fuming. I was ready to strangle him.

"Ms. Kingsley, can you stop screaming? You're interrupting my class." I hadn't even realized I started to yell. I apologized, gave Chester one last glare, and tried to redo my notes.

A couple of minutes went by in silence, but my peace was interrupted when Chester threw a paper ball at me. I tried to ignore it, so that I wouldn't get in trouble with the teacher, but another came flying at me and I couldn't take it anymore.

I made my own paper ball and threw it at him, but he ducked down and it hit the girl next to him.

"Mr. Stilinski, Chester and Spencer are throwing paper balls. They're interrupting the learning environment." The girl in glasses glared at me through her lenses. Mr. Stilinski didn't say anything, he just looked at me and Chester and pointed out the door.

I didn't even argue back. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the classroom, Chester right behind me.

"What the hell is your problem," I ask him.

"What are you talking about," he asks me all innocent.

"You know what you did. If you wanted to get in trouble, then do it by yourself. Don't drag me into it."

"I was bored and needed an excuse to leave. You seemed like a great candidate." His smile was gone now and he was back to his normal mode.

I rolled my eyes and turned towards the classroom. I was about to beg the teacher for forgiveness, so I could get back to work, but Chester grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Keep rolling your eyes at me and I might have to teach you some respect." I could feel his breathe on my ear, that's how close he was. His eyes were hiding behind his curly bangs, but I could see the bluish/gray trying the peak out. His voice sent chills down my back.

One of his hands trailed on the side of my waist, down to my hips. I push him away from me because his body warmth was starting to overheat me.

"I've seen too many movies to not notice the warning signs of when a bad boy chooses its next victim," I tell him.

"Then you know that the good girl always falls for the bad boy."

"News flash. I'm not the fucking good girl. I may be sweet, but you don't want to push me. Trust me." I wasn't lying. I may have let my last school make me go soft, but I wouldn't make the same mistake here.

"Then prove it." Chester had me backed up against a wall. His body was almost pressed up against mine.

"Fuck you, Chester," I tell him, shoving him and walking away.

"I'm pretty sure its the other way around, Love."