Property of the Bad Boy

Chapter One: awful nickname.

Avery

          This could be my last day in this world. I groaned, I've always hated gym class, especially my gym clothes. The worst part is that I'm in a middle of a an awful game; the so called 'dodge ball' . As much as I wanted to dodge the ball that was coming directly to my face, I couldn't because I was so into my thoughts.

          Then it hit me really hard on the forehead. I dropped to the floor feeling really dizzy. This is so embarassing. I felt like I was going to faint within any minute now. I felt someone grabbed me then carried me on the person's shoulder. God, now I'm facing someone's butt. I just couldn't help but stare at it. It's so perfectly shaped and I want to squeeze it. I snapped out of my thoughts, what has gotten into me? Maybe it was just the effect of the ball that hit me because my head still aches.

          "Like what you see?" A manly voice asked.

          Holy shit. The person carrying me is a boy. How could the world do this? I snapped out of my thoughts again. I'm so stupid, how could a girl carry me?

          "I d-don't know what you're t-talking about." I replied immediately to the person that was carrying me. I couldn't help but stutter.

          "Don't need no be shy, princess. I'm liking what I'm seeing too."

          What does he mean about he likes what he sees too? Then it hit me, again. Not with a ball but with a tons of bricks, reality hit me. He can also see my butt. I blushed so hard. I probably look like a tomato.

          "You pervert!" I yelled.

          "Sorry princess, I couldn't help it."

          "Could you please just put me down?" I asked with an annoyed sigh.

          "No can do, princess."

          "You know what? Just put me down and get this over with. I don't want you staring at my ass."

          "I was trying to help you."

          "You're not actually helping. You're making all the blood go down to my head because of you carrying me like this. My body is on a upside-down position, idiot. So just please put me down."

          "I can't do that because I'm loving the view here and you can just wait, we're almost there." The person said with a chuckle.

          I groaned then said, "Wait- where are you taking me?"

          "To the clinic, princess. Mr. Gordon ordered me too because your forehead is bruised."

          Ugh I hate Mr. Gordon, the gym teacher. Why does he have to order someone to take me to the clinic? I could go on my own not bothering anyone. It could only make my hidden self exposed to another person!

          "We are here, princess."

          "Don't call me that." I spat

          Then the person settled me down. I looked up to see his face to say thank you but I was shocked. I wasn't expecting this person to carry me and look at my butt. I wasn't expecting him.

          Blake Jacobson.

          The hottest and richest bad boy in school just carried me and stared at my butt. Oh God.

          "Princess? Are you alright? You spaced out again." Blake said while waving his hands in front of me to bring me back to reality.

          Why is he being kind to me?