Good Girl Bad Girl (A Trevor Jackson Story)

1. Why It All Started

I had a neighbour. Since when ? Obviously this morning since I didn't see him anywhere before.

He had dark skin, black eyes, afro hair and a silver ring on his right middle finger. He was tall, good looking and not concentrated at all. He was wearing ripped jeans with a chain going to his left front pocked to his left back pocket ; black Jordans and a - little bit loose - black tank top who were making his arms's muscles stand out.

He was scribbling or doodling on a piece of paper. I raised one eyebrow.

He must've felt my look 'cause he turned his head to me and said :

"What'ya lookin' at ??" with a kind of despising look.

He then looked at me from head to toe and grinned :

"I mean, 'sup ?" he smirked as he leaned back, looking cool, one of his elbows on the table.

I rolled my eyes. Perfect bad boy player type.

I raised my hand.

"Yes Madison ?" Mrs. Deep said.

"Who is this ?" I pointed to the guy next to me.

The class chuckled. They all knew how much I hated having a class neighbour, no matter who it was. It was annoying and I couldn't concentrate, they all wanted to speak and do something else than listen.

Even the teachers knew that. That was why I was sitting alone in most of my classes.

Mrs. Deep smiled, amused.

"That is Trevor Jackson, your new neighbour."

"But what is he doing here ? Like, next to me ??"

A few other chuckles came.

"There's no other seat." she answered.

"But..."

"Madison" she glared at me. "Don't be impolite."

I sighed.

She continued to make class and I tried to catch what I missed from my late.

"So how ya doin' ?" he smirked to me.

I didn't answer, I kept taking notes.

"Playin' hard to get uh ?" he asked.

I ignored him again.

"Yo when a hot dude speaks to you you're not answering ? Daaamn" he said with a surprised voice.

"What do you want ?" I turned to him, annoyed.

"A lot of things" he replied and winked to me. "Beginning by maybe..." he slid his hand on my thigh.

I slapped it away. "Don't touch me" I grunted.

"Feisty girl I like it" he winked again.

"Mrs. Wilson" the teacher clamed my last name. "Would you like to ask something ? I see you want to talk"

"Actually yes" I replied. "Why do boys like feisty girls ? I don't understand why they all say that"

The class laughed, and I could see surprise but also a bit of amusement in Mrs. Deep's eyes.

"Um...I don't know. That's not important, anyway I was saying..."

I glared at that Trevor or whatever his name was, and he just puckered his lips and made a kiss noise.

I rolled my eyes and concentrated again ; he stopped talking to me but I could feel him watching me. Ten minutes later, I saw him on his phone. The bell ringed a few minutes after that and everyone started to pack their things.