Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 30

As he drove off, I couldn't help but to think that I could live like this forever. I don't care. I don't need to know his secrets. I just need him and his kisses. But there was still this little voice inside my head, warning me, telling me something was wrong. Something just didn't feel right.

There was still something missing.

During the recess I've noticed that Lucas and Kayla were siting in the cafeteria, alone. No Jimmy. Lucas was so alluring, so breathtaking, so…mouthwatering. Just thinking of yesterday, his hands sliding down my naked skin, his lips burning into mine, made me mind drool. I wanted him. I really wanted him. But I still felt bad for Jimmy. I sneaked out of the cafeteria, before Lucas could notice me, and went searching for him.

I found him at the front door, smoking. He was leaning up against the big grey wall, right next to the No smoking sign.

"You're gonna get punished if they see you." I said, steeping towards him.

He lifted his head, raising his eyebrows. "Screw that." He silently laughed. "What's a day without a cigarette?" He gazed at me with his piercing blue eyes. "Well, for me at least. I've gotta have my coffee and my cigarette, so I can stay focused in the class. They should be thrilled I'm smoking."

I leaned on the wall, next to him. "Sorry." I apologized. I needen't to say nothing more. We both knew what I was talking about.

"That's alright." He snorted and looked at his shoes. "Lucas is an okay guy, but…" He stopped and furrowed his eyebrows. "I just hope he doesn't hurt you." He suddenly looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"What's that on your neck?" He pointed towards me.

"What?" I covered the spot. I knew exactly what he was talking about. The love bite.

"Did he…" He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "He did." He let go of my hand and leaned back on the wall, looking all frustrated.

Math. Is there anything more boring and abusive on this world? I mean, it's just horrible and useless. Yeah, we use subtraction and addition, but who the hell uses logarithms, square roots and stuff like that? It's really unnecessary to know this stuff, unless you're going to be a scientist or a doctor. But our math professor, Mrs. Lawinski, didn't seem to think so. She was always making us come over to the blackboard, solving a complicated math problem in front of the whole class, making us look bad.

If you asked her a question about the problem, she always snorted and said: "You should remember this from middle school." And if you didn't solve the problem right, she would always yell: "This is cheap shit!" And took the chalk out of your hands, writing on the blackboard, explaining how stupid you were for not understanding this.

And the worst thing of all - she absolutely loved Virginia Thompson. She was always talking to her, complimenting her…She was like an old version of Virginia. Today she was complimenting the flower Virginia put in her hair. Of course the flower was fake. A huge, ugly, red flower. And speaking of Virginia, she was giving me looks the entire day. She would furrow her eyebrows, stare at me, looking at my feet and up, with anger in her eyes. What the hell was her problem?

The bell finally rang, announcing the end of the school day and I saw Virginia and her SS team walking towards me. I quickly grabbed my books, rushing through the door. I looked behind me and they were still following me. I panicked, looking for my way out of this situation. I got one of those hot flashes, breathing heavily, picking my brain for a solution. Please, not today.

I ran through the hallway, bumping into everyone. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed me. I looked at the person with fear in my eyes. I recognized those eyes. Those dark, captivating diamonds.