The Bad Boy

Chapter three

Abby

“Abby?” I heard father asked as he stepped out onto the porch that was overlooking the city. It was the only beautiful thing about the city other than that I hated every minute.

I curled my legs underneath me, lifting my head as I heard his footsteps. “I didn’t even hear you come in.” He said lowering himself onto a chair next to me.

“I got here about thirty minutes ago.” I told him looking at the view.

“How was your first day?”

“Like the day you told me that we are moving.” I heard my father sigh at my reply but he didn’t say anything. “What are we doing here, dad?” I asked softly.

“Looking at the view.”

“No, I mean what are we doing here in New York City?”

“Abby.” My father said with a sigh.

“Don’t do that dad. Don’t. I have the right to know. You pulled me out of school, away from home and away from my friends that I know for years. And put in a school and place with millions of strangers.”

“I want to sell the farm.” My father finally admitted, after a while of silence.

“You what?!” I asked jumping up from my position. “Why would you even think about doing that? That has been our home. Your home before you met mom. That farm has been in our family for generations for over fifty years, you can’t just sell it.”

“Yes, I can. It is time to move on.”

“I won’t accept that.” My father looked at me surprised. “I am an eighteen-year-old girl, this is my last year at school, next year I would be attending University. You can’t just take the cowgirl out of me. You can’t.” I protested.

“You have to try, Abby.” My father said pushing himself to his feet. “There are Universities and Colleges out there that are better than the places back home, they can help you achieve your dreams. I can’t watch you turn out like me, someone who lives and breathes working on the farm. I want you to spread your wings and fly.”

“Art is not who I am, dad. What I am is a person who grew up on a farm and who wants to be that person whether you like it or not.” I told him before entering the house taking the stairs up to my new bedroom.

I spend the next few hours up in my room, just staring at the ceiling. My father has checked on me a few times but I pretended to be asleep. Later on, I decided I had enough of just lying around honestly the walls were getting to me, they painted a shade of purple that made me feel depressed.

I went downstairs where I found my father unpacking the boxes. He looked up when he heard me enter the room. “Feel better?” He asked as if sleeping would change my mind about this place. “No.” I answered blankly. “Do we have any paint in the garage?” I asked. My father looked at me curiously. “No, why?” He asked.

“I don’t like the color of the walls in my room. I want to repaint them. And no it has nothing to do with making things comfortable for me to stay here.”

“Just tell me what color you want and I will buy you some paint tomorrow.” I nodded and helped my father to unpack the boxes. My father ordered in food not in the mood to cook for us as the packing took longer than any of us expected.

I was back at the school the next day if it was up to me. I would have decided to skip out on school but my dad got me to get ready for school and drop me off on time. I got to my locker and placed some of my books into the locker before walking off to the classroom.

I greeted Melissa who was already seated. “Back for your second day.” She said as I sat down next to her. “At least there is no walking into walls today.” So far. Or seeing a certain boy. But hey, it was still morning anything can happen during the day. Classes went by alright, I found my classes easily today but I still need to find one but that was only later in the day.

“Where are we going?” I asked Melissa, following her down the corridor. “It’s time for lunch.” Oh, of course. I stood in line with Melissa waiting for our turn to purchase lunch. We got our lunch and slowly started to make our way to an unoccupied table. But I didn’t make it any further as I bumped into someone or should I say my lunch tray made the first impact. I waited for the sound of food splashing all over me and the person I walked into but it didn’t happen.

I looked down at my tray and found two steady hands on each side of the tray. I followed the arms up to the face and jerked when my eyes connected with to green ones. “Damn, your eyes are green!” I exclaimed jumping back leaving my tray in his capable hands. He just stared at me emotionless. “What? No smirk?” I asked, expecting one.

“I’ll take my lunch now.” I said trying to take my tray from him but he wouldn’t let go. “Hey, that is my lunch! Go stand in line!” I tried to rip my tray from his hands but his hold was stronger than mine and before I knew it my tray flew across the room and us colliding in each other. I didn’t plan for my arms to go around his waist or for my face to be nuzzled in his neck. But I couldn’t get over the fact that he smelled pretty good.

“That was my lunch you fool.” I mumbled into his neck. I felt him push me back slightly before he walked off. I thought he was leaving again only to find him standing in line buying lunch. He walked up to me with a new tray with the exact same order. He handed me my tray and then he walked off.

This boy was confusing me.

After lunch was over I decided to look for the classroom that I needed to be at. The classroom was empty when I got there, I kind of felt like a person who doesn’t have a life. I decided to take a seat in the back of the class, I wasn’t really one to sit in the front. I took out my pencil case and a workbook. I looked up when I heard the classroom door open, my eyes widen when three boys entered the class. They haven’t seen me yet but they sure are going to any moment as they were making their way over here.

I tried to act cool but my heart was giving it away as it was beating rapidly. In the corner of my eye I saw them coming closer. Anytime now. I heard the chair next to me and then I decided to look up. I found him looking at me with wide eyes. It just seemed like we keep on bumping into each other and he is never going to say a word to me.

“Hey, you are the new girl everyone is talking about.” One of his friends exclaimed from behind me making me turn in my seat to look at his friends. Both of them was even something to look at. But not one of them had eyes compared to the boy sitting next to me.

“It’s Abby.” I told them watching their smiles grow. “You are a long way from home.”

“Technically it is only fourteen hours.” I replied watching them look at me in amusement. “Love the accent there, cowgirl.” I couldn’t help but smile at their remark.

“I’m Duan.” The one says with jet black hair and blue eyes. “And I’m Henry.” He had dark blond hair with some light blond highlights and grey eyes.

I then looked at Casey who was looking at me. “This boy is Casey.” Henry said giving Casey a tap on the shoulder which made me cringe at the sound of the tap. Casey just gave Henry a dirty look while rubbing his shoulder blade.

“So, if you are not riding any horses what are you doing here?” Duan asked.

“Trying to be a teenager not that I will choose that over to ride a horse.” I don’t know I wanted to look at Casey when I said that. But when I looked at him, I caught him almost smiling at me. I didn’t think he can get any more handsome but he did. It wasn’t a full blown smile but I did see him smile, kind of though.

And something right there inside of me wanted to see what he really looked like when he did smile.