The Bad Boy's Tiny Dancer

Chapter 5: Ice Cream

Cassidy

"Hey! You" a girl hollered from behind but I merely stared at her for a brink of a second and rolled my eyes. First day and I'm already the talk of the campus. Bad shot Cassidy...invisible remember. Fucking Hunter! Why couldn't he just back off.

"Hey!" A girl grasped my shoulder and I grabbed it roughly before I glared at her figure. I recognized her as the girl who encouraged me to continue my death rant from awhile back.

"What do you want?" I sighed letting her go, now noticing that I've managed to see that new crowd was resurfacing. It's like the people here can sniff out gossip from a mile a away.

"Chill, I'm Darlene Strom" she smirked that familiar smirk I came to knew which belong to none other than Dylan Strom which made my blood bool to the brink. Fucking fantastic the asshat has an inside man.

"Keep walking Strom, you wouldn't want to see hell" I glared harder if it was even possible. She gulped audibly before shaking her head in disapproval and putting on a brave face.

"I came to be a friend. Trust me I'm 100% scared shitless because of your existence....my uhm brother also told me about the little mishaps you've done" she said the last part barely audible. I smirked I'm still not sure I can trust her but it's good to know that someone knows just how bad, bad could get.

"It's bad" I shrugged and walked forward as she fell to a step beside me. A grin grazing her face at the thought of my acceptance. Truth be told she's more of under probation than accepted, I'm not really sure if I can trust her yet.

"Cassidy! Hey there Tiny Dancer" a boy with dark slightly wavy hair grinned by the locker seemingly pleased to see me. I recall seeing him outside but not really sure who he is

"Have we met?" I asked trying to remember if I have or have not encountered him before he seemed like a cheery lad from the dimples in his cheeks to the cheeky grin he held. He looked...cute.

"Nope, Callum Holland reporting for duty ma'am. Where may I escort you this fine morning" he formed a curtesy akin to someone I've now considered the enemy and as if the devil has heard he has appeared

"Screw off Cal" he scoffed before making eye contact with me a matching glare also planted on his face as he we stood our ground glaring at each other with all we can

"Okay guys we get it, you're mad at each other get off the hallway" a group of cheerleaders scoffed pushing me away but merely dragging a seductive finger across Hunter's chest. Count to ten Cassidy you are a reborn ballerina. Ballerina's are graceful and not at all violent

"Cassidy....unclench your fist" Darlene spoke from beside me softly almost as if she was walking on thin ice, I would've to I have no control if I break one of those girls who seem like there fresh out the buildabitch company.

"Look Tiny Dancer, I don't know what got you mad. But I just have as much of right to be mad as you do, of all the shitbags in the planet you allow that sleez to kiss you?" He yelled a vein appearing at the corner of his neck as Callum held a palm to his chest. I could feel darken tugging at my shirt as if that'd help. I took a firm step closer my glare intensifying

"You'd rather it be you? You're as much as a shitbag he is. I've met you for a day Hunter, you gave me a panic attack and made me look like a slut in front of everyone at the parking lot. You don't get to say shit to me" I pointed a finger firmly at his chest before bumping shoulder into his and glaring forward

"Ice cream?" Darlene asked from beside me timidly. I'm glad she knew what happened to me god knows the people in this school already think I'm a psychopath.

"Ice cream"