Beware Of the Bad Boy

Chapter 6

Katelyn’s POV

I was taken aback by his yelling. I glanced out of the window and then back at him quickly, scared that he might hit me the longer I stopped looking in his direction.

I chuckled nervously. “Ryan, if this is a joke, then stop it.” I blinked, but the anger in his eyes made my smile flatter, the next moment he was unfastening his seatbelt. “Are you being serious right now?” I asked with a frown, but he pushed the car door open and stepped out.

Turning around the car, he arrived at the passenger’s side of the car, and in an instant, he opened the car door. “Stop this, Ryan, you can’t possibly ask me to leave your car right here.” I glanced around.

He wasn’t speaking to me, he unfastened my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car, shutting the door. “What did I do wrong?” I frowned. I was becoming angry right now, no one had dared treat me this way and I didn’t know my offense.

“How can I get a cab here or even a bus!” I yelled at him, but ignoring me, he went into the driver’s side of the car. I reached the passenger car handle, but he pressed the interlock and locked me out.

“s**t, Ryan, open the damn door!” I groaned, but like a heartless bastard, he drove off without stopping and I was left stranded. “You scoundrel!” I shouted, but the car disappeared out of sight. I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I cursed at him as much as I could.

Running my hand through my hair in anger , I glanced left towards the direction of the last bus stop we had passed. It was a long way back and I glanced right in the direction of school. It was another long way.

“Oh damn!” I grunted and took out my cell phone to call my best friend Kelly, all I had rehearsed to brag to her about my friendly stepbrother, all that made anger watch over me and I didn’t know when I started to cry.

I tried calling Kelly, but her phone was turned off. I felt frustrated. Kelly usually doesn’t turn her cell phone off, but does it have to be today of all days?

I clenched my hand in my hair and hump. Why the fu*k did I trust Ryan? I did nothing wrong and he dared to treat me like this. I bit my lower lips in anger.

As I raised my hand to wipe my angry tears away, my eyes darted to the time on my wrist watch. “s**t, I will be late.” I glanced left and right again contemplating which way I should go, but then going back would be meaningless since the bus heading to school has already left.

I stooped lower and tied my shoelaces, rubbing my hand against my face, I drew a sharp breath and began a race I never wanted, a race to school.

I hated running, it was the only sport that drained me. I was good at swimming, bowling, netball and cheerleading, but running was the word, and I knew for sure my legs would ache after now, but the last thing I wanted was to accept defeat.

I love school, it was the first day after a long summer break, and I had dreamed of a lot of good things happening on resumption day. I didn’t want to miss school for a day, and so I knew I had to keep this up, this long race.

Although at the back of my head were things I wanted to do to Ryan, bark at his face, grab him with my fingers, or punch him straight in the guts, he was an asshole and I was a fool to not have realized that until now.

But who would blame me? I was too excited and he was too friendly, and now my heart seems broken, not because of a romantic relationship, but due to the fact that I will have to bear this until forever. He was my stepbrother after all and my father looked happy.

Why did he suddenly become so mean to me when he had smiled at me so much the previous day? What wrong did I commit?

I slowed down to catch my breath, I glanced ahead of me, I could see the school, but it was still a long distance, but I was getting close, my heart was racing, my chest was falling and rising.

I was sweating profusely, but I was glad I didn’t smell. I am a neat girl, I take showers regularly, and always love being neat. My face burned right now, in anger. Today, all because of one boy, I have been soaked in sweat and I was also running late.

I glanced at my wristwatch again, the first class would soon be over, and it was Mr. Harry’s class, my literature teacher. He was a man whose class I have never missed since I loved that class, and I one day wanted to get a recommendation letter from him, but Ryan was messing that up for me,

I fumed in anger, but what use was that? I can’t do anything here. I had to keep running before the first period is over. Drawing a sharp breath, I continued my race.

Arriving at school, the hallway was empty, generally everyone was in class. I glanced at my wristwatch again. It was three minutes before the bell went off, so I hurried towards the class as I got closer to the door. Mr. Harry was already wrapping up his lecture on Shakespeare.

The clock on the wall ticks closer to the end of the period, and the bell suddenly rings, signaling the end of the class just as I burst into the room, my backpack swinging widely just as the final chime echos through the room.

I stopped abruptly at the doorway, my face turning beet red as all eyes turned towards me and sitting in the back seat of the class was Ryan, with a cold smirk on his face, and I curled my hand into fist, loathing him more.