The Bad Boy has seen my Scars

Danger

While I'm writing this I am currently 39th in gangs!!! THATS FUCKING INSANE THANK YOU EVERYONE!!
Olivia's POV
As soon as Dylan left the classroom. Travis took the seat next to me. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want" I groan putting my head down on the table.

"Woah calm your tits shorty" he laughs. I turn my head to glare at him.

"Don't call me that" I growl. He just laughs again.

"So you're dating Mr. Bad boy?" He asks. I roll my eyes again.

"Yes, Travis" I respond.

"You know I could rock your world baby" he smirks. Sliding closer to me so that our legs are touching and I cringe.

"Hahaha. No" I say dryly. Moving my chair in the opposite direction.

"Come on sweetie," he said wrapping an arm around my waist. I shoot my hand in the air.

"Excuse me, may I use the bathroom?" I ask the teacher just nods and turns back towards the lesson. I sigh and stand up. Leaving to use the bathroom. The corridors are empty and I walk slowly. By wanting to go back to class. In the hallways, I spot a worried looking Cameron. When he sees me a look of relief crosses his face he rushes towards me.

"What's up to Cam?" I ask he doesn't say anything, but grabs my arm and pulls me into an empty classroom.

"What the fuck Cam?" I say loudly until he clamps his hand over my mouth. I look at him as he lifts a finger up to his lips in order to silence me. I nodded telling him I'd be quiet. He removed his hand.

"What's going on?" I whisper. Cam looks at me.

"Someone is here to get you" he whispers.

"What?" I ask. My eyes are wide.

"Just stay still we will talk about this later" Cam whispers urgently. I nod. We must've sat in that room for twenty minutes. Maybe more before Cam's phone lights up and he sighs.

"Is it safe?" I whisper. He nods. I stand up.

"Good, then what the fuck is going on?!?" I yell. He sighs.

"Let me text Dylan first" he sighs. He types something out on his phone and swears quietly. He grabs my hand and pulls me forward.

"What's going on Cam?" I ask him. He runs forward with me in tow.

"Dylan thinks they got you" he answers simply. We head towards the doors of the school.

"Where are we going. Who got me?" I ask frantically. stopping.

"Dylan's house" he replies. I turn to him.

"I'm not skipping school" I state. He rolls his eyes.

"Just come on. Stop worrying about your grades when your life is in danger" he snaps and my face falls.

"What," I ask. My face paling. His falls as well.

"Just come" he pleads with me and I nod. We head into the parking lot and slide into his car. Driving towards Dylan's house.

I have so many good ideas for this book. Thanks, lovelies ❤️❤️