Breaking The Bad Boy

Two

" The best kiss is the one that has been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reaches the lips." - THE KHOOL HAUS

Elizabeth's POV

"Are you nuts, Lizzy?" Katherine voice echoes in my head. What was I thinking accepting Beatrice's dare like that.

I probably AM nuts.

I don't even know who Francisco Adams is.

"Erm, Kath? Who is Francisco Adams?"

Katherine who is sitting right next to me starts squealing," O.M.G. LIZZY! How do you not know who the hottest guy in the school is?"

Ms. Jenner, our biology teacher who hated our guts just because we failed our test, " Miss Langford and Ms Rustanberg, is there anything you would like to share with the class?" Her heavy Spanish accent made everything worst.

"No...no...We're sorry miss." Katherine blurts out. All eyes were on us, no wonder Katherine was so nervous. She wasn't one that was good at a lot of attention.

"Way to go, Miss Langford." I mimic Ms. Jenner with her dumb thick accent. Katherine was going to talk back to me but held it in. Preventing from getting scolded again.

"So, let me tell you his story" Katherine turns to me again and whispers softly. A large smile was plastered on her face, oh I see where this is going....

Katherine was probably ranting about the Francisco guy for the entire biology class. Well, we all know who's going to fail once again.

"What's so great about him anyway, Kathy?" She places a finger over my lips," Shush dear baby, you ain't see nothing yet- ewwwwwwwww"

I click her finger.

" Geez, what was that for? Here, this is Francisco." She pulls out her phone and types something in. When she shows me her phone, only the best looking guy I was ever seen appeared on screen.

Trying to hide my awe-struck self, " Eh, he's okay." No way am I going to show Katherine that she got to me .

" Lie all you want, Lizzy. I know you want to fuck him." Dammit, she saw right through me. A pinky blush creeps up my face and I cover it with a hoodie.

"Fuck you, Kathy."

Katherine smirks," Oh I bet you wanna fuck him bad. Anyway, I'll see you after school."

She walks down the hallway and disappeares into the group of students.

I thought to myself, how on earth was I suppose to get the attention of Francisco? What more make a player fall in love with me.

I walk into my next class, Chemistry. If I'm going to fail biology, I should aswell fail Chemistry.

I walk to the last row and dump my bag on the seat next to the window. It had a perfect view of a city scenery.

Not long later, students started to fill the whole classroom, all the seat were taken but the one next to mine.

Oh come on, I don't bite.

Mr Jenner walks in, great. The husband of the old lady who hates my guts. I'm happy he's just a substitute for the other Chemistry teacher.

I rest my head on my bag and started to doze off untill," Miss Rustanberg! Wake up will you? "

I look up, blinking several times before adjusting to the lights. Who dares disturb your highness from her beauty sleep??

" Mr Jenner! Get a real job would you?" I barked back at him.

Earning myself a few ooooh' s and burnnn's from the students.

He ignores me and picks up a sheet of paper," Okay then everyone, before class ends today. Here is your project. It will be worth half your marks so make sure you do your projects well. I'll be pairing everyone."

He shoots me a sly grin before starting to announce names. If this is how he is going to get back at me, it won't work, that's for sure.

Almost the whole class was called and I have not.

" Elizabeth Rustanberg and......

Francisco Adams."

Speak of the devil, Francisco walks into the classroom doors and flicks a burn cigar into the bin. He's wearing jeans, a white v-neck shirt that nicely hugs his body and a leather jacket over it. Damm, he looks hotter in person.

Does he even take Chemistry? I have never notice him in class before.

I'm sorry Mr Jenner. So so very sorry. Please pair me with someone else other than the devil.

Francisco scans the whole class before stopping and looking at me. As he walks towards the empty seat next to me, he has not once broke the eye contact between us.

I swallow a huge gulp down and look out the window. I could still feel his eyes burning throught the back of my head.

"Look Girly, I care about my marks. So we're doing this project at my house whether you like it or not. " He stands up and walks out the door again.

When I turn back from the window to look at him as he leaves, I see a sticky note stuck to the empty table next to mine with his address on it and a time that says 8pm.

Guess I'll be visiting the devil's den today.