The Bad Boy {Satire} Bad boy x y/n

The Boy

I starred at the man in the mirror.
He blinks his golden orbs.
I blink my blue orbs.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!"
He screeched.

"I-i-i-I d-don't k-k-know..."
I manage squeak out.

"*sigh* Well, can you like I don't know, get out?"
He said, frustration clearly in his voice.

I scramble out of the bathroom, catching my breath outside. Everyone has already gone to class, me and the boy being left behind.

I flinched as I heard the door open. It's the boy! He wore a neon Nike shirt with shorts, neon green Nike socks, and Nike shoes.

[Y'know, those kids]

"Hey, um, sorry for screaming at you."

"Oh uh, i-it's ok..."

It was awkward. So, so very awkward.

"So,"
He put his hand on his hip in a sassy nonchalant way.

"What got your eyes so red? Have you been smoking-"

"N-no! That's...not i-it."

"Oh. Well then are you just being a snowflake then?"

What does that even mean? I look up at him. He was around 5 foot 6.

"W-what d-d-does that m-mean?"

He howled his laugh at me.

"Oh, oh my god! I can't right now! It's nothing!"

He chuckled a little but before continuing.

"Anyways I got to go. I gotta go to gym and dunk on the losers."

"O-ok."

He began to turn around when...

"Wait!"

Why did I say that!? Stupid stupid stu-

"What snowflake?"

"W-w-what's your n-name?"

"Oh. My name is Micheal."

He said bored.

"Anyways like I said before, I got to go so can we hurry up here?"

He pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

"I assumed you wanted this as well? Yeah, it's a struggle being hot. Anyways, bye."

He sprinted down the hall.

I looked at the piece of paper. On it it read:

Call me ;)
470-682-5129

...did I just get a random guys number?

[Random number don't call it spare the owner please]