Corrupted By the Bad Boy

Chapter One - Why is the bad boy talking to me?

Cora’s P.O.V

I could feel a pair of eyes on me as I sat in the library of the school, studying. It was only six months until graduation, and I needed to make sure I was prepared, make sure my grades were perfect for getting into University. If I never my parents would never forgive me. I looked up my eyes falling on Colton Drake, the bad boy and loner of our high school who always seemed to have a book on his hand. He only started here about a month ago. He had become popular with the girls, the guys not so much, he was always fighting with them. Why he was sitting looking at me, I don’t know; he has never even said hello to me.

I gave him a small smile before turning back to my books. I couldn’t let him distract me, especially now, no matter how blue and beautiful his eyes were. I had to be perfect, no distractions especially when I am following in my perfect older sisters footsteps. I would never be her no matter how much my parents want me to be, but I could give it my best shot. It was not easy living in her shadow. She had everything; she was beautiful, had the highest degree in law you could get, the perfect fiancée, worked at one of the biggest law firms in the U.S. and was everything my parents wanted. I was smart, but that was about it. My sister was the perfect daughter according to them, and since they want me to be the same, I had a lot of pressure on me.

“Do you ever take your nose out of those books?” I heard from behind me, making me jump.

I looked around, seeing Colton standing there looking at me.

“Um…No, not really not until I have graduated at least,” I whispered shyly.

Colton pulled one of the chairs closer to me, turning the back of it to me before sitting on facing me. I looked at him, confused. Why was he sitting with me?

“Do you ever do anything else? Anytime I see you, you are alone or studying. Do you not have friends? A boyfriend? A life?” He asked.

Why is he taking a sudden interest in me? I am sure he does not even know my name.

“I need to make sure I get into University, one of the best,” I said.

“Why?” He asked.

“Cause I do, OK? I can’t let my parents down.” I said, turning back to my books.

I heard the chair move across the floor, making me think that he was going away. I was wrong, though. Instead, he pulled the chair up next to me, turning it around, so his feet were under the desk, sitting right next to me, pulling my book away from me. I turned to glare at him. He ignored me, looking through my notes.

“You are really smart, aren’t you? Half the people in our years don’t even know this stuff. Why do you need to keep studying when it is clear you already know everything?” He asked, looking at me.

No seriously, why is he paying me attention all of a sudden? Is it a joke? A bet? Whatever it is, it is not normal. I snatched my book from his hand, turning back to my books. I hear him laugh darkly when I did. He knew I was busy, yet he never made an effort to move. I tried to ignore him since I would need to leave in an hour to get home, my parents have me on a tight curfew, and it will be that way until I Graduate. He was tapping his fingers against the table, and it was getting pretty annoying. I was going to lose my patience with him soon if he continued.

“Can you please stop that? Why are you even here?” I said snapping.

“You don’t say much, do you? I was bored, deciding I would come over here since you are the only one in here.” He shrugged.

“I never thought the library would be your sort of place. And no, I am not much of a talker.” I said.

“I hate school, hate school work but enjoy books, that is why I am here plus anywhere is better than home.” He said.

“Oh, OK. Well, I need to go.” I said.

I never but I felt uneasy with him next to me, being alone in here with him. I gathered my things quickly, heading out. I was regretting my decision to walk to school this morning. I headed out of school and walking down the street quickly, to get away from him. I know it seemed pathetic, but as I said, I can’t afford any distractions. I think he would be a distraction. I slowed down once I was out of view of the school, plus my bag was too heavy now to rush, there was a lot of books on it. As I walked, I hear a car next to me, going very slow. I panicked thinking someone was following me and started speeding up again.

“Do you want a lift home?” I hear a familiar voice say from the slowed-down car.

“No, thank you, I will walk,” I said, refusing to look at him.

“Just get in the car Cora, that bag must weigh a ton. It isn’t good for you.” He said.

Did he know my name? When did that happen? I stopped turning to look at him.

“How do you know my name?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? We go to school together, in four of the same classes?” He laughed.

“You have never even looked at me, let alone talk to me, that is why I am surprised you know my name,” I said.

“And you never spoke to me either?” He shrugged.

He did have a point I guess, but the difference is he is more intimidating than what I was. I would not even know how to approach someone like him, but he seems to have no bother approaching girls.

“That is a little different Colton. I am not the one that is scary and has a reputation.” I said.

“Scary? I scare you? Why?” He laughed.

“I think you know why. You have been here what a month, you have been in many fights, made girls cry and had detention at least three times a week.” I said.

Maybe I was a little judgmental, but it was all true. He had done nothing but caused trouble since he got there. I think even some of the teachers were scared by him.

“What can I say I have fun getting into trouble, but there is no need for you to be scared of me. Just get in the car Cora and let me take you home, I don’t bite honestly.” He said, laughing again.

I am sure I will be safe; it is only a lift home, right? I thought about it before deciding why not. I nodded, climbing into the car and putting my seat belt on. And soon enough he was starting the car and speeding off down the road. I gripped onto anything I could to make sure I never went flying through the window.

“Can you slow down,” I said scared.

“Fine!” He laughed, slowing down a little.

Thank God at least I know I am not going to die today. I told him my address which he headed towards. I stayed in the rich part of town, my parents were wealthy, but I hated it. I hated money and fancy things; another reason my parents prefer my older sister; she is more like them in that sense. I told him to pull up down the street; my mother would go crazy if she saw a guy drop me off.

“How the other half live.” He said, looking at my house.

“Trust me, and it isn’t as great as you think. All this means nothing to me.” I said, “Thank you for the lift.” I added.

I sat in the car, hesitant to get out, not really in the mood to see my mother yet. I should have stayed at the library a little longer. I reached for the handle to exit as I did he locked the car doors.

“Um…unlock the door…now I need to go inside before my mum gets mad at me.” I said panicked.

“Nope. You and I are going for a drive to get some food.” He said.

“I can’t. I need to go home. If I am even five minutes late, I will get into trouble.” I said.

“And? What are they going to do? Ground you? It isn’t like you do anything. Come on stop being such a good girl. It is only food, nothing else. I honestly don’t wanna go home to that pathetic excuse of a father.” He said, complete venom when he spoke about his father.

I know I should say no to him, but the way he was looking at me was making that hard for me to do. I am sure I could come up with some sort of excuse to why I was an hour late, something to do with school.

“OK. Only for an hour though then you need to bring me home before she does something crazy like phone the cops, my mother is overdramatic, that is the sort of thing she would do.” I said.

Colton laughs, does he think I am joking? Cause I am not.

“I am serious,” I said.

“She sounds bat ass crazy. I will have you back in an hour. I don’t want her crazy ass coming after Me.” He laughed.

“OK well we should go then before she ends up seeing us or one of the nosy neighbours tell her, there are no secrets in this damn street, everyone knows everyone’s business,” I said.

Colton was soon speeding off down my street once again; I am sure the sound of speeding caught the attention of half the street, as long as they never saw me, I am not caring. This is a bad idea, I can feel it but here goes, I guess.