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Ashton
Well, it's the first day back and everyone was chatting about who would be crowned the bad boy king. I smirked, knowing the answer to that. Though Tucker would give me a good run for my money, he was sure to be second in the running. I'd had more girls than he'd had, but then again, he wasn't that far behind.
Girls seemed to adore his bad boy tests and his angelic face. He had a substantial amount of muscle that wasn't there when we had met almost six years ago. Wow, doesn't time fly?
Bryce would come joint second or maybe third. Girls seemed to swoon over his impeccable six pack or his bright blue eyes. We all knew he had eyes for only one girl, the girl he'd never get on a million years: Courtney.
Why?
Well one, she's in a relationship with that dumb ass Issac.
And two, she doesn't go for bad boys like us.
She detests that Tucker has a new girl almost every other week or more times than he has hot dinners. She frankly finds our habits disgusting.
Like I care, she's just a leech. Although one thing about her is she can play any game you put in front of her, she likes competition. Another thing is that she isn't scared to go that extra mile and test how far she can be actually pushed before putting her hands up and admitting she would do what is asked.
I smile. If I didn't hate her as much as I did, I could go for a girl like Courtney. She's fierce and takes up any challenge given her willingly and I think that's what attracted Issac Walker to her. He's the optimum of trouble. Maybe when it comes to crowning the bad boy next year it will be him. He's devious and dangerous. But Courtney still has to discover that side of him, yet all he shows her is his loving, jealous, possessive side. She hasn't seen anything yet.
By break the corridors were still buzzing with chatter about who they wanted and who would be crowned the bad boy king this year.
By lunch, you're truly announced the bad boy king. My friends congratulated me by putting me on the back and smashing my fists. Jet Wolfe walked past us, his eyes cutting and boring into mine, disgusted to know I'd got what he had once and what he obviously wanted again.
It was obvious he wouldn't, he hadn't got what it takes to be crowned the bad boy king. It was obvious to everyone else, but we knew he'd only got it last year because of a certain someone. Or someone who had made it happen.
After we celebrated my new title as the bad boy king, I went to find Courtney to gloat. I knew she had plenty to say on the subject. I was banking on it.
And there she was alone. I grinned, striding over to her. "Well, if it isn't Little Miss. Perfect."
Shr looked up and rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Asher? My brother is in there." She said, pointing to the canteen.
"Oh, I know it was you I wanted, not Tucker."
"What for?"
"I've got good news, Little Miss. Perfect."
"Oh really? Please, do tell."
I smirked. "You're now looking at the new bad boy king." I said proudly.
"Oh so that's what all the fuss was about earlier?"
I continued smirking. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"Not really, no. I knew your big head would manage to get bigger without my help."
I edged closer to her, talking into her ear. "Is that all you've got to say?"
"Not really, but you know my feelings in it. You're a big bot now, Asher, and if it inflates your ego and more than it already has, go figure."
I smirked. "I hope you're not going to get any ideas about helping a certain someone out this year to get what's rightfully mine taken assy again.
She looked at me nervously.
"That's right, Miss. Perfect I know."
She gulped.
"If I find out you helped Wolfe this year, I won't hesitate to turn you both in for exploitation. "
"I'm not."
"Good girl." I said, kissing her cheek.
"You had best stick to your word, Courtney, or else," I warned.
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