Bad Boy Benefits

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Song Above: Kygo Remind Me To Forget

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I slammed my locker shut imagining it was a certain someone's head. I needed therapy to resolve these violent thoughts that ran through my head. I entered class already annoyed and frustrated so I knew it would be a matter of seconds before I would be in an argument with my teacher.

"Ivy, what is the definition of a sociopath?" Mr Eves stood at the end of my desk, his face red and the vibrant colour of his checked shirt hurting my eyes.

I leant back in my chair and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He had woken me up from my daytime nap. "I don't know sir,"

I could feel all eyes on me especially Mr Eves cold hardened stare, "Then tell me what the definition of a psychopath is?"

Remind me again why I decided to take psychology?

I let out a sigh, "I don't know,"

"Do you know anything?" His lisp came out harsh and I noticed his spit land on my desk. I recoiled moving my eyes from the patch to his face. My stomach was churning at the thought of the bacteria currently multiplying in front of me.

I bit my lip. I was a second away from saying something that could get me kicked out of class.

Mr Eves took a step back, his eyes unmoving and he snapped, "Maybe if you stayed off the Instagram or Tiktok like this brainless generation you might know the answer,"

I almost snapped the pencil in my hand, "The definition of a psychopath is a person suffering from a chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour," I tilted my head to the side, "Kind of like you,"

A cloak of silence filled the room, a stillness as if everyone were too afraid to move. Mr Eves was smouldering underneath his stony expression. His rage seemed pointless to me, although I did not dare say so.

"Get out," He roared.

It took me a second to register what he said before I stumbled out of my chair and gathered my belongings. I could feel eyes boring into my back and I took the pink slip from Mr Eves hand without looking in his direction. I let out a frustrated sigh, loud enough so he could hear and walked out of the classroom and into the hallway.

Great.

I did not make a habit of getting detentions. In fact, this was my first, but I cannot deny that I went into class looking for an argument. I could not help it.

I felt like a swarm of bees whose nest had been shaken.

Ever since the weekend with Brody I had been on edge. I could not blame him for dating Rose, we were never anything more than sex and I could not blame Rose for dating him. What ruffled my feathers was the kiss and the fact he brought me out to his special place, a place that reminded him of his mom. From my experience, you do not just show anyone that part of you. He was making my mind turn into a scrambled mess and I did not like it. I needed to get a grip of things before I found myself in too deep.

That night, after the lake, I decided to walk home. It gave me time to think, to steady my breath and realise Brody dating Rose was out of my control. I didn't want to face Brody in the morning, and I definitely didn't want to face Ryan. I had a feeling he had more than platonic thoughts about me and right now I did not know what to think of it.

I had spent most of the weekend binging on The Walking Dead imaging every Zombie that was violently killed was Brody's fat head. I'd even desperately got to the point where I had planned what I would do if he had in fact turned into a Zombie during the apocalypse. It involved a lot of violent thoughts I tell you.