Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

You have a certification in getting on my nerves.

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"No Kayla. You have to put this on the left side not on the right. Pay attention." I admonished in an irritated voice.

"I am sorry." She murmured timidly.

I nodded and pointed to the left side, indicating her to change the position of posters. After making sure they were at the right place, I walked away to supervise the other things.

My eyes went to the wall clock for the sixth time. Almost 4.30 and yet that stupid Bryan had to make his presence known. Just one talk and he was already starting to get on my nerves. Patience was never my friend and right now it was enjoying annoying me, thanks to Bryan.

Bloody prick. Who did he think he is? President of Narnia?

A scowl grew on my face as I remembered what happened during the break, he had come to my regular table, saying only two words-'After school'. And that was enough for the whole student body to spread another round of rumors about their senior class president banging the hottest bad boy. Yeah right. Like I have no other options!

From that instance I have been snapping at every person for nothing and everything. Like I shouted at Janice because she lost my favorite pen and at Logan when he stole a chocolate from my bag. The last one is valid. No one steals my food without me going all Ninja!

"He didn't come?" Brittany's voice came from behind me.

I turned and saw her entering the room with a bunch of papers in her hand. Her zipper hanging on her shoulder.

I snorted. "Obviously not and if he doesn't come in the next 5 minutes, I am personally going snap his neck in two."

She grinned. "Oh yeah? You can barely snap a twig in two."

I glared at her. "I can."

She rolled her eyes as she put the papers on a table. "He's probably reluctant because you are a girl."

"I still don't know why he hates the female race so much."

She shrugged, "No one does except maybe Dylan and Max."

I looked at Brittany closely. "Why do you hate Bryan?"

She froze, her hand midway in air then she chuckled nervously. "I don't. He's just- um- so irritating?"

I almost rolled my eyes at that. How would she know he's irritating when they don't even talk? "What are those papers?" I asked, changing the subject.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "The names of all nearby schools to be invited for our school festival and some sample invitations."

"Cool, I'll go through them."

We just stood there for few minutes, looking at the preparations and talking about the latest Grey's Anatomy episode.

"You can go." I finally told her. "You have got guitar classes."

She shrugged. "Not like I like them but my mom will probably kill me if I miss another class."

I chuckled. "Yeah." We grinned and she left after giving me quick wave. I sighed as I took out my phone and scrolled through the texts, wishing I had his number so that I could call and scream at him. Replying to the few texts I receive from my only friends, I put the phone back in my pocket.

I glanced at the clock again, 4.50. He is so dead. I am going to strangle him, break his neck and then rip the head of his body and feed it to baby sharks piece by piece.

"You all can go home now. Be here after school again tomorrow. There's still much to do." I announced to the students working on the preparations.

They all nodded relived and ran out of the room. I sighed as I started to pack my bag. I put all the papers given by Brittany in my folder and then realized that now the folder was so huge that it won't fit into my bag. I frowned at the folder and took it in my hands, turning to go.

Just as I reached the door, I crashed into someone and the folder flew out of my hands, the papers flying all over the place.

"Fuck." We both said at the same time.

I turned to look at the person I crashed and immediately felt anger take over me.

"You! Who do you think you are? Can't you see and walk or are did you lose your vision? And what are you even doing here? Weren't you supposed to come and help me TWO HOURS ago?" My glance then fell to the papers that were still floating midair. "And now look what you did." I pointed to all the papers spread around us. "All these are important papers, you better pick them up before-"

"Shut up bitch." Ace barked making me take a step back.

My eyes widened as I took a step back. I stared at him with new found hatred and ferocity. Bitch? You male donkey!

"I was busy okay." He continued.

I closed my eyes and nodded mutely, not trusting my voice. I knew I would break; I was at the verge of crying. Too much pent up anger always made me cry. I breathed in, blinking away the tears threatening to drop. I bent down and started picking up the papers, not even having the courage to look at him. What was the use? I would just snap at him.

After a few awkward seconds, I saw Ace on his knees, picking up the papers on the right. I snorted at that, look who's helping.

I looked to my side, making sure there were no more papers fallen there. I saw one paper on the right side and reached to pick it up at the same time as Ace's hand landed on the paper. Our hands touched and I felt a bolt of current shoot through me.

My eyes flew to his face. He was staring at me with an unknown expression. His chocolaty brown eyes pierced into my sapphire blue ones, making me forget every equation and formula that I had ever learnt. The only thing I could see or understand or remember was his eyes. Such beautiful ones. I was going deeper and deeper into them. Into his own personal chocolate factory. Yum.

"Are you undressing me mentally?" His snooty voice awakened me from my daydreaming.

I blinked and looked at him, he was smirking and his previously blank eyes now held amusement. I mentally smacked myself for thinking so much about his eyes.

"Eww. Please, like I want to imagine your disgusting body." I said through gritted teeth, grabbing the paper from his hands and stuffing it in the folder.

"Liar liar pants on fire." He teased.

"Your nose is longer than the telephone wire." I shot back.

His eyebrows furrowed, "That doesn't make sense."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course it does. When Pinocchio lied his nose grew."

"Ah." Was his smart reply.

I started walking towards the parking lot, not caring to see if he was following me.

After a few minutes I felt his presence besides me. "I didn't come today."

I stopped, clutching my folder tighter. Don't slap him. Don't slap him. I mentally chanted in my mind. "Damn I thought you were with me the whole time."

"I was busy." He repeated, ignoring my sarcastic comment.

"I don't care."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you deaf?"

"You get angry very fast." He noticed, adding fuel to my already burning anger.

"You do things that piss me off."

"I just didn't come one day. No biggie." He reasoned.

"Well, don't come any day now." I spat and turned to walk towards my car.

"Why are you overacting?"

I pressed my lips together, my body shaking with rage. "Look I am busy now, can I ignore you some other time?"

"I don't know what makes you act like a bitch but it sure is working." He retorted.

"Do you need a certification for getting on my nerves all the time?"

"Sure and do you need one for acting like 'Drama Queen' everyday?"

I breathed slowly, my hands balled on the sides of the folder. "You know what? Go fuck a cactus. Oh wait! You can't because even a cactus won't stoop that low." Saying that I flicked off my hair and continued to walk to away.

Bryan clearly didn't get the hint. "Oh please! I can list more than ten pages of people who want to bang me. Anyways I don't know what your problem is. But I know that you are supposed to tutor me today and if you don't come now I'll tell Mrs. Finn that you refused to tutor. And I am sure you don't want to be a target of her fury, also she might take away your class president batch and make sure you get less marks." His calm yet cold and taunting voice made me stop in my tracks again. This time the sides of the folder dug into my fingers.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. But it was no use. I was fuming and that would be an understatement. I could literally feel the smoke coming out from my ears. I slowly turned to face him, putting on my best death glare. If glares could kill he would have died 200 times by now and I would just stand there and watch, happily waiting to feed him to the hungry baby sharks.

"You wouldn't dare. And even I can tell that you didn't come to help me today."

"I said I was busy and-"

"Well you think you are the only one busy? Even I have a life, better than yours and I am busy too okay." I flared.

"You look hot when you are angry." He replied, smirking at me.

My face grew red and I didn't know if it was from hearing him call me 'hot' or my rising anger. "Flash news! You look like shit all the time."

His smirk grew wider. "That's not what other girls say to me."

"They are either blind or love to lie." I retorted.

His face suddenly grew neutral and his eyes turned cold. "You are right. Girls lie. A lot." Was all that he said.

Making me more confused than ever. I was being sarcastic, of course he understood that. He looked hot every time, in casuals or in boxers. Not that I had seen him in only boxers. But I am positive he would look hot in that too. Not that I want to see. Of course I don't want to see. Oh great! Now my brain will keep thinking about it!

"So are you coming or I'll go?"

I blinked, taking my eyes away from his chest. I sighed in defeat, better get done with this and then ignore him for the rest of life. "I'll come. I have my car."

"Follow me." He said and walked to his motorbike.

Obviously the bad boy had a motorbike. So cliché.

I sat in my car, starting it. I gripped the steering wheel tightly. This was the first time I would be going to his place and I didn't know what to expect. He was rich, that was common knowledge but very few had entered his house. In fact only Dylan and Max might have gone. According to the rumors he goes to the girl's house to do adult stuff.

So I didn't know how it would be. A mansion or a simple two floor house? Did he have any family? If yes, how would they greet me? Would I tutor him in his room or living room? I was sure we would end up in a heated fight again. Did he live far from my house? Would he touch me? Would I let him touch me? All sorts of questions ran in my mind as I followed him through the streets.

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy.

But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster.

I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!