Stuck with the bad boy

Chapter 2: Don't call me V

Previously:

Why the fuck is my teeth blue?

''Don't you look lovely'' He said with a smirk on his lips.

''Oh, games on man-whore'' I replied and gave him my best evil little playful smirk.

He had to watch his back cause hell is going to break lose.

| | CHAPTER 2 : DON'T CALL ME V | |

Victoria Summers

It had taken me more than a hour to brush the color off and I had missed my first lesson, what a good start of my first day in this school. After changing to something more appealing than my nightgown, I headed to my biology class. I received a few glances from some girls standing in the corridor. Had they never seen a girl before? Aren't they girls? Or shit, don't tell me my teeth were still blue, wait I'm not even showing my teeth. So why are they staring at me so intensely?

''Guess the blue color is gone?'' Oh hell no, not that egotistical male voice. I turned around to face him and quickly stepped back when I realized how close he actually was. Had he never heard of personal space?

''What do you want?'' I almost spat in his face, I really emphasis on almost. He was the sole reason to why I had to spend hours brushing my teeths, he was the reason to me missing my first period and about to be late for the second class, and let's not forget the reason to why Jake broke up with me. What could he want from me?

''Why do you think I want something?'' he asked with a playful smirk.

Students were starting to glance our way. The girls that caught my eyes gave me their best vicious glares. If looks could kill I would be buried ten feet under. But why were they staring at us in the first place? Was he some kind of god in this school or was their curiosity about me really that big? I decided to ignore all of them and turned my back to whatever his name is and went to class.

I knocked on the door before walking in. Instantly, all eyes were on me. I never understood why everyone had to stare at you because you were late for class. Although I bet no one understands the curiosity people had for others being late.

''Nice of you to join us miss?'' The teacher said more like a question, then he quickly realized who I was.

''Sorry, you must be Ms Victoria Summers, please take a seat'' He sent me a smile and gestured to the empty seats in the classroom. Even when I went to the back of the class, I could still feel all eyes on me. Didn't these people know that it was rude to stare? What did these people want from me? To dance on these tables and act like I had no care in the world?

''STOP GLARING AT ME FOR YOUR BARACK OBAMA'S SAKE!'' I shouted not even aware what I shouted. It must have been something stupid, because the whole class including the teacher was staring at me like I had grown an extra head. I hated that I could have a tendency of yelling weird things.

''Ms Summers do we have a problem?'' Mr whatever his name was asked. Well, hello couldn't he tell that the whole class had been staring at me since I walked in?

''Yes, everyone in here is the f*cking problem! Apparently no one in here have heard that it is rude to stare! For f*cks sake I'm a normal human being!'' I bursted out and the look from my teacher wasn't near good at all. If I didn't have enough with all the stares, the teacher was now glaring at me, hungrily eating me up with his dark brown eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he pointed at me aggressively. 

''You can't shoot daggers with your fingers if that's what you're thinking'' I casually said as I leaned back in my chair.

Of course this pissed him off even more, and when he took those large steps towards me, I was actually almost shitting my pants. The vein on his forehead was probably soon going to pop up, and when he raised his hand in the air, I was pretty sure that he was going to hit me.