He's The Bad Boy (On Hold)

Chapter 1

"No, no, no. That's like saying I'm screwing with Tanya again." I tell Ryder.

Ryder shakes his head, "I'm telling you man this is just our kinda thing. We can't just LEAVE it."

"Shit. I don't even care man. I'm not going back down there any fucking time soon. That place is majorly screwed up."

He just rolls his eyes at me and mutters something under his breath.

"Didn't catch that last sentence Ryder dear" I say mockingly.

"Drama queen." He says more clearly.

Shoving him ever so slightly I chuckle and say sarcastically, "Jealous babe?"

Laughing loudly he catches the attention of a certain blonde I was hoping to avoid. I glare very maliciously at him as she makes her way over here.

Clearing my throat I call out her name, "Bailey Carson. Nice to see you still keep your bitchutation up."

She smirks and walks up to me making sure her hips sway in a teasing motion. "Baby c'mon don't act so tense," she trails a finger down my abs and down to my pants.

I roll my eyes at her febble attempt, wait. Febble? Who the fuck uses words like that?

Not me that's for sure.

Probably from banging that stupid nerd chick. Put some smart ass brain cells through my dick. If that's even possible.

Well that nerd chick was the second person I have ever had sex with. If that's hard to believe. But c'mon. I'm not a player.

I'm just an ass. With a bunch of problems. The bad boy no one really understands. It sucks sometimes.

Anyway, enough with pointless ranting.

"Bro, come check this out!!!" Ryder yells excitedly

Inwardly groaning I follow Ryder breaking away from Bailey. Sitting right in front of him was a new bike. All dark black material with some silver wiring in between. It was the most beautiful thing known to man. And I wanted it.

"That has got to be mine Ry." I tell him

He nods in agreement as the principal steps in front of us. "Mr.Ramirez and Mr.Stone, May I advise you stealing will get you an automatic suspension? This bike is for the winner only."

I grunt, "well what's the stupid contest Mr.V?"

"It's a poetry contest." He states.

Groaning really loudly Ryder snickers at me, "Mr.V you cannot be serious? A stupid poetry contest. For this amazing bike? No way."

He smiles and says to me, "Mr.Ramirez, it's simple, you want this bike enter the contest. Win and it's yours. No catches whatsoever."

Glaring at him for a long time I finally give in, "alright where's the stupid sign up sheet?"

Handing me a paper and a pen I scribble my name on there in 2 lines.

Will Ramirez

Shoving the paper back to him I click the pen back into place and stuff it into my pocket. He starts to protest and I stop him. "I need this to take 'notes'" I tell him using air quotations

He shakes his head then walks into the school.

"Crap. School." I tell Ryder shivering for effect

Laughing again we walk into Everson High. The minute we walk in a brush of cold air hits us and makes for a dramatic entrance. People stop and stare, mostly girls but who cares. They stare anyway.