One Nightstand with The Bad Boy

3- The Bad boy

We arrived at school with time to spare, a rare luxury considering my first class wasn't until 10 am. As Cheska and I traversed the familiar halls towards our lockers, the early morning light streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor.

Cheska bid me farewell with a smile, her expression a mix of determination and anticipation as she headed off to her math class. Left to my own devices, I decided to seek refuge in my favorite spot—the tranquil expanse of the school's vacant field.

Making my way across the campus, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It seemed that every female student I passed cast a sidelong glance in my direction, their murmurs creating an unsettling undercurrent in the air. Though I couldn't discern the source of their scrutiny, I pushed the discomfort aside, determined to find solace in my secluded sanctuary.

Finally reaching the field, I breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar sight of the apple tree came into view. Its gnarled branches offered shelter from the mid-morning sun, while the soft grass beneath provided a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the school day.

Settling myself beneath the tree, I leaned back against its sturdy trunk and reached for my newest literary escape—a romance novel that promised to sweep me away to distant lands and thrilling adventures. As I lost myself in its pages, the world around me faded into obscurity, leaving only the whispered promises of love and passion to fill my thoughts.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, until the first bell of the day shattered the peaceful silence, signaling the need to return to the bustling halls of academia. Reluctantly gathering my belongings, I brushed the dust from my skirt and made my way back towards the school building.

Entering the crowded hallway, I was immediately met with a wave of excited chatter and hushed whispers. Something was amiss, I could feel it in the air—the palpable sense of anticipation that seemed to electrify the atmosphere.

As the crowd began to part, making way for a trio of figures, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. Who could command such attention, such reverence from their peers?

And then, as if by some unspoken cue, they appeared—Tofer, with his infectious grin and easy charm; Peter, the quiet observer with an air of mystery about him; and finally, Clark—the undeniable center of attention.

His tousled hair and piercing blue eyes drew the gaze of everyone in the hallway, his mere presence commanding respect and admiration. As the crowd erupted into excited chatter, I couldn't help but be captivated by the trio's magnetic aura.

In that moment, they seemed to transcend mere mortals, their presence casting a spell over the entire school. And as I stood there, caught in their orbit, I couldn't deny the undeniable truth—they were more than just students, they were walking gods, their presence a testament to their undeniable allure and charm.

I'm so engrossed in watching Clark that I'm caught off guard when someone suddenly pokes my side. Startled, I turn to see a girl beside me, her eyes filled with amusement as she teases me about my apparent luck. Her words only serve to intensify my blush as I reluctantly tear my gaze away from Clark and follow her line of sight.

There he is, Clark, with his two friends in tow, all of them looking directly at me. It's as if time stands still as our eyes lock, and for a moment, the world falls away, leaving only the intense gaze of Clark and the weight of his friends' scrutiny.

As if sensing my discomfort, Peter, the ever-charming one, breaks the tension by casually walking away, leaving Clark behind to continue his silent exchange with me. I try to decipher the emotions in Clark's eyes, but they're inscrutable, a swirling mix of intensity and mystery that leaves me feeling unsettled.

Feeling the pressure of the attention from the surrounding crowd, I lower my gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. But something compels me to look up again, meeting Clark's gaze one last time before he offers a genuine smile and walks away, leaving me standing there in shock.

As the crowd disperses and the hallway returns to normalcy, I'm left standing alone, the weight of the encounter lingering in the air. Every passing glance from the other girls only serves to heighten my unease, but I can't bring myself to move.

The realization dawns on me that this is just the beginning of what promises to be a tumultuous journey, one filled with unexpected twists and turns. And as I stand there, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, I can't help but wonder what lies ahead in this new chapter of my life.

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"Thank goodness you're here, Ches," I breathed out, my voice laced with relief as I approached her outside my classroom, the weight of recent events heavy on my shoulders.

Cheska's brows furrowed with concern as she turned to face me. "Hey, what's going on? How was your day? Did he cause any trouble?" Her worry mirrored my own turmoil, and I couldn't help but appreciate her unwavering support.

Shaking my head, I sighed deeply. "Not exactly trouble, but I did run into him this morning on my way to class. He gave me this infuriating smirk and a wink," I confessed, recounting the unsettling encounter. Cheska's eyes widened in alarm, and she stopped in her tracks, her expression a mix of shock and concern.

"He did what?! Do you think he remembers anything from last night?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty, and I found myself grappling with the same questions.

"I honestly don't know. He didn't seem angry or anything. Maybe he doesn't remember," I replied, though the uncertainty gnawed at me, the memory of our shared moment lingering like an unspoken secret between us.

Cheska offered a reassuring pat on my back, her gesture a silent promise of support. "Try not to dwell on it too much. You know I'm always here for you. Let's focus on getting through the day," she encouraged, her words a comforting reminder of our enduring friendship.

"Thanks, Ches. I really appreciate it. I'll try," I murmured gratefully, feeling a sense of warmth and reassurance wash over me in her presence.

As we made our way towards the cafeteria, the bustling noise of the school echoing around us, Cheska suggested I find us a table while she fetched our lunch. Nodding in agreement, I set off in search of a quiet corner where we could retreat from the chaos of the day.

Spotting an empty table tucked away in a secluded corner, I hastened towards it, eager for a moment of respite amidst the frenetic energy of the cafeteria. Sinking into a chair, I let out a weary sigh, the weight of recent events pressing down on me like a heavy burden.

Fumbling for my romance novel and earphones, I sought solace in the familiar comfort of fiction, hoping to lose myself in its pages and escape the turmoil of my thoughts. Yet, despite my best efforts to distract myself, the memory of Clark lingered like a shadow, refusing to be ignored.

As I tried to focus on the words before me, my mind kept drifting back to him, the image of his smirk etched in my memory. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that accompanied the thought of him, a nagging sense of apprehension lingering in the back of my mind.

But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, one thing remained clear: I needed to find a way to move forward, to put the events of last night behind me and focus on the future. With Cheska by my side, I knew I had the strength and support to face whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter how daunting they may seem.

Stupid asshole jerk...

Stupid asshole jerk...

Stupid ass...

Suddenly, a tug on my earphones jolted me out of my reverie, and I glanced up to find Cheska standing before me, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.

"I know you're not really reading, Mia. What's going on?" Cheska's voice was gentle but firm, her eyes probing mine for answers. With a heavy sigh, I closed my book and stowed it away in my bag, along with my phone and earphones.

"I was just... I... uh..." My words faltered, caught in the tangled web of emotions swirling inside me.

"It's because of him, isn't it? I saw him," Cheska continued, her gaze drifting past me. Reluctantly, I turned to follow her line of sight, my heart sinking at the sight of Clark entangled with the blonde bimbo.

Anger flared within me, hot and fierce, but beneath it lay a deeper, more vulnerable emotion—hurt. Why did seeing him with someone else hurt so much? I reminded myself it was just a one-night stand, devoid of any real emotion. Yet, the ache in my chest persisted, refusing to be ignored.

Forcing myself to look away, I focused on my food, determined to push aside the tumultuous feelings threatening to overwhelm me. As I nibbled on my chocolate cupcake, Cheska's voice cut through the silence, filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry..." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken regret, and I looked up at her, confusion knitting my brows. Why was she apologizing?

A wave of gratitude washed over me, mingling with the uncertainty and turmoil roiling within. Smiling softly, I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her arm.

"You don't need to apologize, Ches. It's not your fault. I just need to find a way to move on from this... to forget what happened last night. Will you help me with that?" My voice was quiet but resolute, a glimmer of hope shining through the shadows of uncertainty.

With Cheska by my side, I knew I wouldn't have to face this alone. Together, we would navigate the turbulent waters of heartache and healing, one step at a time.

Cheska's nod was like a reassuring embrace, her smile a beacon of solidarity as we delved into our lunch, exchanging stories of our summer escapades and, inevitably, veering into the territory of discussing attractive guys. Laughter bubbled between us, a temporary reprieve from the weight of recent events. But our brief respite was shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.

A sudden tension gripped the air, freezing us in place. I shifted in my seat, unable to see who stood behind me, but the unease mirrored on Cheska's face hinted at the identity of our unexpected visitor. Slowly, I turned around, my gaze meeting his cute smile, punctuated by a deep dimple that softened the edges of his expression.

Despite my surprise, I returned his smile, albeit with a hint of caution. "Uhm... Yes?" I responded, my voice laced with curiosity.

"I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a minute," he began, his awkward demeanor belying his request.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask, my confusion evident. What could he possibly want to discuss with me?

Sensing the weight of scrutiny from the cafeteria's occupants, I scanned the room, confirming my suspicions. All eyes were on us, but none more intense than Clark's, his gaze a potent mix of frustration and bewilderment.

"Just come with me, please," he urged, his tone gentle yet insistent. Despite my reservations, his demeanor softened my resolve. How could I refuse someone who asked so politely? I glanced at Cheska for reassurance, and with her encouraging nod, I acquiesced.

"I'll text you," I mouthed silently to her, receiving a reassuring smile in return. Gathering my belongings, I turned to face Peter, the one who had interrupted our lunchtime reverie.

"Shall we?" he asked, a warm smile gracing his features. I nodded in response, and together, we made our way out of the bustling cafeteria.

As we approached the exit, Peter's hand found its place on the small of my back, a gesture both chivalrous and unexpected. Before stepping outside, I stole a glance back at Clark, his furrowed brow a silent testament to his inner turmoil. Confusion gnawed at me—what was behind his evident displeasure?

Shaking off the perplexing encounter, I followed Peter outside, mulling over Clark's reaction as we walked. The weight of his gaze lingered in my mind, a puzzle I couldn't decipher. What was he thinking? And why did it matter to me so much?

In that moment, amidst the tumult of emotions, one thought echoed clear—I was determined to unravel the enigma of Clark's behavior, even if it meant confronting the complexities of our tangled connection.