The Good Boy And The Bad Girl

Chapter 4 | Someone's desperate

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I rolled my eyes. "We were discussing a project"

Yeah.. a project. A project my mother has assigned for me. I'll die of humiliation if they check the cameras and hear what I said.

Luke smiled with an evil glint in his eyes. "We were?"

"Yes we were" I confirmed.

The teacher opened the door fully. "Do that outside"

I hopped off the table and grabbed my books walking out.

"Oh and Ms Worth, please don't sit on the furniture. It will break" the teacher warned me.

How rude. I should at least have a little fun.

I faked hurt. "Are you saying I'm fat?"

From the corner of my eye I saw Luke roll his eyes. How can he see through my act? Everyone always falls for it.

The teacher choked on air. "N-No I didn't say that" he sputtered.

I faked anger. "You said I'm fat. I'm reporting you to the principal" I spoke harshly whilst grabbing Luke's arm and walking away. I smiled in victory.

"You really like playing with the teachers" he spoke.

The halls were completely empty by now.

I smiled. "C'mon, even you have to admit that was funny. The teachers reaction was priceless"

He ignored my comment. "So you seriously want my help?"

I nodded in a serious matter. And no, it wasn't fake.

He eyed me wearily. "And this isn't one of your jokes?"

I shook my head. "I'll explain everything later. Can we maybe grab a coffee?"

He checks his phone. "Can't. Have to go home. But you can come"

I nodded in agreement before smirking. "Someone's desperate"

"Babe, if you wanted to go there you could just ask" he winked.

I was beyond confused. He's acting like a typical bad boy right now. Maybe he puts up an act for school and to teachers. There was one particular thought lingering in my mind. He's definetly no regular good boy.

He unlocked his car and I hopped in the passenger side.

He started driving and all I could stare at was his bare arm on the steering wheel.

"Do you work out?" I asked.

He turned to look at me rather amused.

I instantly face palmed myself. I'm never normally like this.

"You know what, forget I asked" I mumbled.

"I'm a personal trainer" he replied amused.

This surprised me. Maybe I can enrol anytime soon.

"Maybe I could come and see you train someone someday" I smiled suggestively.

He kept his eyes on the road. "Look you have a boyfriend and I don't want to become one of your toys" he pointed out. There was a glint of anger behind this.

I sighed angrily. "Stop with the stereotypes. I do not have boy toys"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes you do" he argued back not stepping down.