The Bad Boy's App

Hallway

Let's face it, I'm not that big on rule breaking. Rule breaking usually brought attention but this rule breaking was very low-key. I, Flora Blue Greensteen, was skipping a class. Yeah, I know, I'm considered one of the bad kids now that smoke in the bathroom and have drug deals in the locker rooms but I don't have those types of supplies. The only supplies I had were my phone, earbuds and myself.

Though the drugs could bring in extra cash, I wasn't going to do it. First off, there was no way I could get the drugs. I didn't have what the people in the drug business call, a distributor unless the swingers that lived next to me knew some people. But then again, I was never going to talk to them. Thorin probably did something with drugs though I don't really see him being the drug type but then again, he wouldn't tell me what he did at night. I knew it was something bad, but I didn't know if it would be that bad.

Plus I was kind of avoiding him.

Not for a bad reason, though! I just didn't want things to get awkward and having to face him. It's like having a test, I knew I was going to have to take it but that didn't mean I couldn't hold off from it for a while. Plus, I think some time away can do people some good so I was skipping science class. Was I going to have homework in that class? Probably not. Was Mr. Louis going to count me absent? Again probably not because he barely knew my name.

And it wouldn't hurt to get some steps in for the day.

I was in the hallway, blasting music into my ears just to keep out the noises that were not welcomed by me. A group of girls, the pretty ones that I had passed once before who's laughs usually sounded like angel coughs walked past me. Though the sole purpose of me having the headphones in was to block out the music, I actually turned it down so the music was muted. My hand was in my pocket along with my phone so they couldn't tell that I was actually really nosey.

They chirped and chatted, smiling and laughing as though they were angels specifically designed to bring beauty to the world. It was really weird how they were walking too. These girls thought they were in a slow motion movie or maybe I was just seeing weird shit because they were going slower than the norm because they thought they were so cool. They flipped their hair, allowing it to hang into the air for a few moments. Their leader, the same girl with deep brown eyes and short black hair that looked like imported silk didn't say anything. She only stared while swaying her perfect hips down the hallway like she was the alpha of the pack.

Not going to lie, she looked scary. Not the 'I'm going to rob you scary' but the 'I will destroy your life with one mean rumor' kind of scary. The look in her eyes was menacing, staring coldly at me like I was nothing but a piece of shit. She was far off. I was not a piece of shit if anything, I was a potato.

Her wine-colored lips slowly stretched out in an attempt to smile at me but it looked nothing more than invisible fingers pushing her skin outwards so she looked like a person with a heart. The other girls stopped talking and looked toward my direction. They didn't say anything and kept staring at me like my skin was green and should not be in the hallway even though I wasn't. But neither were they.

Somehow Mel's way of thinking began to slither into my mind, making me want to take out my earbuds and earrings just so I go over there and throw punches. But I didn't, I kept my calm, intelligent self away from the pool of cunts. Instead, I smiled right back at them before turning up my music and walk down the hallway without looking back. The sanest act instead of going all Melody on them.