The Genius Freak and The Bad Boy

Chapter 2

@LovelyGreyKitsune I'm sure if the book can respond, it'll say it loves you too ><

The next morning, I woke up to the drizzle of what's left of yesterday's rain and I groaned. Mom needs to buy me that car soon. I stretched on my bed until I heard a few cracks before yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Forcing myself up from the warm bed, I made my way to the closet and grabbed whatever's on top of the pile of clothes which was a comfortable black tee with 'Supernatural' printed on it in white lettering with the designs of broken shards of glass surrounding it.

I grabbed a pair of long jeans and undergarments before trudging towards the bathroom, mindlessly stripping and getting into the shower and washed myself clean with warm water hitting my back. I was still half asleep, even after I had slipped into my clothes after my shower and brushed my teeth.

After brushing my hair and putting on some deodorant, I contemplated bringing an umbrella with me. Yeah, it'll shield me from the rain but there's no guarantee that it'll come back to me. The umbrella stack is open to anyone who brings an umbrella so there's been a few cases where students lose theirs to another and because I'm an outcast, the chances of that happening to me is more than just a 'likely possibility'. It's guaranteed.

So with that thought, I grabbed my grey hoodie instead and took my earphones with me. I grabbed an apple and a granola bar before exiting the house. I stopped in front of my doorstep, pausing right under where the roof stops short. I flipped my hoodie on and zipped it up. I fixed the cable of my earphones under my clothes so they wouldn't get wet and my ears were already plugged with fall out boy on full blast.

My sneakers splashed the small puddles that formed on the uneven ground, distorting the blurred images reflected by the water. The tips of my jeans were starting to get soaked and it clung to my ankles. I kept my quick pace, not fancying the idea of having to walk all the way to school if I missed the bus.

A car honking on my right caught my attention as I continued my half-jog to the bus stop. My head whipped to the side to see what was causing the deafening sounds when a familiar voice hollered, "Yo Princess! Hop in!"

There was Ryder Park, behind the wheel, in a car that had stopped – not by the curb. The nutjob didn't even bother pulling over to the side of the road. Nope. He just decided to start acting as if he owned the entire paved road, parking his car on the middle of the road.

Has he finally lost it? He's causing traffic!

"Ryder, what on Earth are you doing?!" I shouted at him over the honking of the infuriated drivers behind him.

"Come on, Princess. They're getting mad," he said, trying to speak over the loud and angry cars waiting behind him. Yeah, like I didn't know that.

As to avoid causing an even bigger scene, I rushed to get into his car.

"Okay, yesterday, I might've had a suspicion that you were half-sane but now? I'm positive you've lost all your marbles!" I started saying the second that I got into his car while buckling my seatbelt as the car sped to school.

My declaration earned a laugh from him. "Chill, Princess. I know what I'm doing." His attempt at calming me down amused me and irritated me at the same time. The nerve of this guy is amazingly abundant.

"Not that I don't appreciate this whole thing, but why in the world are you doing this?" I asked him, baffled by his hospitality towards an outcast. To someone who is definitely going to make him lose his good name if anyone saw us interacting. But then again, he was Ryder Park, it was quite hard to imagine that anyone would ever think of him any less just because he was talking to an outcast like me. I anything, he might even get more popularity for 'being suck a kind soul and taking pity on the outcast'.