Innocent love of a bad boy

WHY DO WE NEED TO STUDY HISTORY

Neil’s P.O.V.

I and Tyler were friends since kinder garden. He was my best buddy and he was the best centre forward of my team. No one could match him for that place. He was also my crime partner. He was like a brother to me. There was only a difference between us. He hates school and I like school.

“Wake up, buddy”, I snatched his duvet and groaned in disgust. I forgot that he liked to sleep naked.

“What, man…. “, he yelled in frustration without opening his eyes and pulled the duvet till his head.

“It’s already past 7, Ty…. Get up or else we will be late for our first day of the senior year”, I stated while walking towards his closet. Yeah…. He was like a baby and I had to choose clothes for him every day.

“Aaahhh…. My head is killing me”, he exclaimed while sitting holding his head. I chuckled. We partied hard last night after our win.

“The pain killer and the water are at the left of your bed. Take them and go for the shower”, I told him while selecting a V neck sky blue T-shirt with faded blue jeans.

He took the pain killer and went towards the bathroom while cursing under his breath. I smirked and shook my head in his childish behaviour.

After I finished what I was doing, I went downstairs again.

Our parents were rich but they didn’t have time for us. Tyler’s parents were a sore topic of him and he never liked to discuss anything about them. He left his house after a huge fight on his 14th birthday and then never returned to his home. He had inherited a huge amount of money from both of his grandparents and now, he had nothing to do with his parents. Though they were still his guardians on papers, he didn’t like them to poke their noses in his life.

My parents divorced when I was of 10. My father loved my mother so much and the divorce broke him. He drowned himself in work and alcohol and I was left with no one’s love. Still, I believe that I would find my share of love someday. Tyler on the other hand never believed in love. For him, love is nothing but a weakness.

I shifted with him when I was of 15. My father didn’t stop me because he knew that it would be good for me. I was his only heir and he took good care of the money part in my life.

I prepared our breakfast. That was club sandwiches and eggs.

“My head is still killing me”, Tyler complained while sitting near isle. I smiled a little on his complain. He had more than 5 beers and whole 2 bottles of rum without water. I must say that he had a good hold on alcohol, but the worst part was his hangover.

“Here… have some lemon juice”, I gave him a glass of lemon juice and he gulped the whole content in one go.

“Remind me again… why we need to go to the school?” he asked me the same question that he was asking me for 5 days in a row.

“This is because…. We need to educate”, I gave him a cute look while batting my eyelashes. He made a disgusted face again while looking away from me. I put down his plate of breakfast in front of him and he murmured something while picking up a sandwich from his plate.

“Still… I hate school”, he made a disgusted face again and I smacked on back of his head.

“Ouch”, he winced in pain.

“What was that for?” he yelled again.

“This is to remind you that we are getting late and our first class is in another 45 minutes. We have to drive for at least 20 minutes”, I stated the fact and he groaned again.

“No one will let me eat my breakfast in peace”, he said I chuckled on his actions. He was the bad boy but one should see him in the morning.

Tyler’s P.O.V.

I was at my locker. I checked my schedule and groaned inwardly. History as the first period of the first day of your last year of school?????? What the f**k……

I sighed and opened my locker. I put all my stuff inside the locker and did the inner battle with myself whether to take history book or not.

Suddenly, someone wrapped her arms around my torso from behind. A smirked instantly appeared on my lips. I knew who the person was.

“Grace…. Babes… don’t try to awaken the sleeping tiger”, I told her in a seductive voice while fetching the history book out of the locker.

“O… Tyler… I would love to face the wrath the sleeping tiger”, she said while trying to be sexier. I rolled my eyes on her attempt. She was good with a sexy figure. She pushed her breast more into my back and laughed internally on her attempt. She was shorter than me and almost reached at my neck with her high heels.

I removed her hands from my body and moved towards her. I trailed my fingers from her forehead to her jawline and she moaned a little seductively. She was a good lay. But … guess what…

I leaned down a little to her level and nibbled her earlobes teasingly. She put her hands on my chest and gripped my T-Shirt. “You know what girl?” I asked her trailing light kisses to her neckline towards her shoulder teasingly. She shuddered a little and then nodded without saying any word.

“I am not interested”, with that I pulled myself away from her and removed her hands from my chest. I winked at her with a winning smirk and left her there with a stunning look with open mouth and wide eyes.

She was a w***e who wanted to associate herself with any of rich, hot and famous guy to get the attention of the whole school.  She was kind of girl that could do anything to be in the limelight.

I again looked at my history book and groaned aloud in irritation. Remind me again… why do we need to study history????

There were still some minutes in the class but I was not in the mood. So, I went straight into the class and picked the second last bench in the farthest corner of the class. There were a few students in the class who looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“What”, I gave them a stern look and they instantly moved away their gazes from me. It served them better. After all, I did have to attend the class to get the marks.

I sat down and took out my phone from my pocket and strolled down my sss page. I was reading someone’s posts when I heard something from behind. I didn’t notice that someone was sitting behind.

I looked back and saw a girl with close eyes and clapped hands as if she was praying something. She had a frown on her face and it amused me. I meant who the hell had a frown on his or her face while praying.

“Why God… Why… Why we need to study history… let the bygones be the bygones…. “, she was murmuring a little aloud and I was surprised. I knew her. She was Gwen Rosemary. An invisible type personality in the school. Instantly she became my favourite person. Why????

Because she hates history as much I do. “Let Hitler rest in peace. Why do we need to remember what he had done and curse him?” her prayers were coming straight from my heart. Yeah… please answer this God… Why do we need to remember what our ancestors had done and curse them? Let them rest in peace wherever they are……

I let her do whatever she was doing and moved back towards the class. It would be a long day.