The Bad Boy's Muse

Rohan's Journal: Who is a bad boy?

Being a bad boy comes naturally to some people and not to be so boastful, I consider myself as one of those people. When you're 6ft 5, with dark curly hair, light brown eyes and pink lips, the position is naturally given to you without you asking; it's almost impossible to find perfect humans but I am perfect, really perfect because God created me with such skill and finesse and made sure I lacked nothing. 

I am an excellent athlete, highly intuitive, very intelligent and my looks are complete; so think about that. 

The stereotypical "bad boy" was described by Kristina Grish in her book Addickted as "the irresistible rogue who has the dizzying ability to drive women wild" with a "laissez-faire attitude about life and love".

I bet everyone agrees with that, or a typical high school young strapping lad full of energy that plays football or any other sport. Or the handsome boss in the office who is mean, rude, assertive, mysterious who falls in love with the nerdy secretary or his PA.

All these are the different perception of being a bad boy but I beg to differ. 

First, you won't see me pinning a girl in the alley kissing her senselessly; Nah! I believe in marriage being a union for two mature-minded males and female; so it means no girlfriend and I really want to keep myself till marriage even though I know virgin males are not so popular.

Second, I am good at everything. Yes, I am good at science, sports, craft, maths, arts; especially art. As a child, I had been so fascinated by drawings, painting and anything associated with nature. I would sneak in pencils that I had gotten from a store around my school block and sketch anything I remember but my dad wants me to become a doctor which is totally fine with me because I'd make a pretty good doctor but that ain't my thing.

Third, I have no friend. You know the typical bad boy always has a friend. That G from the hood who's always got his back. The other handsome boy is better than his friend who is the original bad boy but no, I am in search of someone as perfect as I am then we may consider this whole friendship thing but for now; I will pass.

Fourthly, I have a zero care for the gym. I mean that is on the list of every bad boy book but Nah; I am blessed with a slim waist, broad shoulders, muscular chest (not too muscular) and a V-shaped torso and I can tell you, I've never been to the gym all my life.

Fifth, as a recreation, I set people at loggerheads, mostly girls. This is perhaps why I consider myself a bad boy. I am used to everyone, including teachers falling so hard for me. So, first I lead them on for weeks or months and then I shut them out completely without so much as a word and move on to the next person, mostly their friend or sister. Once I was friends with three sisters; you can imagine what happened at the end. I heard they're not still talking to each other to date.

Finally, I have a good fashion sense. Being the only male and the heir to my Dad's many businesses and investment, it means I can have all the cash I want to buy almost anything. But I am not extravagant.

I forgot to mention; I don't do drugs, never smoked; in my entire life and I don't drink booze or any other thing except water. So, I am as clean as crystal clear.

So, looking at these qualities, I am that tall, handsome, spiritual and mysterious bad boy who is excessively stubborn and who prefers to do whatever pleases me.

My name is Jasper Rohan Arya and I am 16-years-old.

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"Principal, please, there is something you can do he's almost done with high school. Just give him one more chance and I promise to see he does nothing wrong again," Mr Arya was pleading to his son's principal.

"I am sorry, Mr Arya, but I should have heeded the advice of my other colleagues, who have had an experience with your son, Rohan. The young lad is not interested in living a life that affects people positively, and all the parents are on my neck to have him removed. So, letting him stay till the end of the school year is not even an option," the principal said.

"This thing he did. How bad is it?" Mr Arya leaned closer to the principal.

"He made a teacher and his classmate fight. According to what Miss Tinu told me, she said Rohan had told her that if she loves him as much as she claims she should fight for him appears like that was the exact thing he told the other girl. So, both of them got into an argument yesterday that resulted in a very violent fight that led the student to the hospital. There was so much blood Mr Arya, too much blood".

"But these women may have been fighting for something else that doesn't concern my son," Mr Arya argued.

"Yes, at first we didn't think it involved Rohan until something related it to him because he has been an outstanding student, in fact, one of the best since his arrival. Had nothing less than an A+ in test and assignment, was never late for a class and all the teachers have the nicest thing to say about him. But the ladies were both screaming his name as they fought, arguing between themselves that Rohan loved the other more".

"Son, were you in a relationship with these ladies" Mr Arya turned to his son Rohan, who was staring absentmindedly through the window, obviously bored with whatever conversation his dad was having with his principal.

"I do not have a girlfriend, Dad, never had," Rohan replied curtly.

"But you heard the principal loud and clear why would you set two ladies up against each other?" Mr Arya questioned the uninterested teenager.

"Baba," Rohan looked his father straight in the eyes, knowing how much his dad hates to be called 'Baba' he preferred 'Dad' like the American way.

"I did not set them against each other and I made my intentions known to them from the very beginning. I am not interested in keeping a girlfriend, neither do I need one. They are both adults and I cannot dictate to them the right thing to do, so I am as surprised as the principal here that they were both fighting over me. Never asked them to do that".

"Mr Arya, I think your son needs to be put in a special school that deals with children like him because I think he may be sadistic..." The Principal chimed in.

"My son is not sadistic," Mr Arya interrupted the Principal giving him the evil eye.

"But sir..." the Principal started.

"No buts, your school should have teachers that are emotionally balanced and not the ones that fall in love with their student and fight with another student; in contrast, take your staffs for a medical checkup because I don't think they're capable of teaching anyone if they cannot handle a 16-year-old boy," Mr Arya fired back.

"So, are you trying to justify the actions of your son?" the principal asked.

"What actions of my son? My son did nothing. He answered as a typical man would so it's totally unfair to heap the blame on him and it's not his fault that these two men took a liking to him either," Mr Arya argued.

"I am disappointed in you, Mr Arya. You're one of the most respected politicians in New Delhi and I wasn't expecting this from you".

"Ish" Mr Arya clicked his tongue.

"So, if you say my son is a thief I should believe you totally but guess what Principal, he's my son and I have watched him grow for 16 years. He's never brought a woman home and rather than indulge himself in the evils of this generation he sneaks to the back of the house and draws; that's his only sin, else that I wouldn't have asked for a more perfect son than him".

"Well, your perfect son is about to be thrown out from the 20th school in New Delhi. Quite a record the young chap has broken there," the principal mocked. "Yea, let's see who will bring back the state's prize for your science fair this school year," Mr Arya fired back with a mischievous smile.

"Rohan, my dearest son, deserves better than this," he showed by swapping his eyes mid-air.

"We would manage without Rohan like we've been managing," the principal seethed.

"Keep managing Principal".

As father and son stalked out of the principal's office and out of the school building; one face wore a worried look, while the other wore a triumphant smile; it was Rohan's.