Bad Boy (boreo warning 😍)

The Promise

(Btw someone punch the teacher please)

"I really don't understand what she sees in you." I say, getting angry.

Boris let out a cloud of smoke. "I don't understand what you see in me." He said, and then smirked at me.

"It's not the same. She's a teacher, Boris! I'm you're age!" I say.

"I know, I was only kidding," he said, with a sigh.

"What did she mean by an essay?" I ask.

"She wanted me to write an essay about her." He said.

"I know.. why don't you write one, that says insulting things?" I say, and look up at him.

"Like what things?" Boris asks.

"She's a bi*ch." I say.

Boris looks at me. "Right, But.. what if she hates me afterward?" He asks.

"Boris. That's the point." I say. We sit underneath a shady tree.

"What if I get suspended?" He asks.

"Why does that matter? She deserves to rot in jail!" I yell.

Everything goes silent.

I can't contain my anger.

"W-" Boris starts.

"Don't you want her in jail?? Or do you want her to continue breathing down you're neck?" I ask.

"I don't know.." Boris replies, looking st the ground.

"What do you mean? It's so obvious!" I argue.

"Theo, I think you're overreacting." Boris said.

"How?" I ask.

"Well.. I don't wish anything bad on her. It's my fault." He says.

"What are you talking about?.." I ask.

"I let her do these things to me.. besides, I always give her these looks.. I can't help it Theo, I'm sorry." He said.

"But it's her.. she's doing it to you." I say.

"Maybe I should be expelled.." Boris said.

"No! No.. you don't." I say, and take his hand.

Boris smiled a little at me.

"What should I do?.." he asks.

"Stop giving her what she wants." I reply, sternly.

Boris nods. "Alright. I will."

"Listen.. I know it'll be hard. But you have to try, if you don't want to get hurt.. or in trouble." I say.

Boris looks at me. "Do you remember that poem I wrote you in the beginning of school?" He asks. A smile comes to his face.

"Yeah." I say, and smile back.

"I meant every word.." he said.

"I'm glad.." I say, and look down, to hide my blushing.

"Listen Potter, I will take care of this. Trust me." Boris said.

"Thanks, Boris." I say.

I felt so relieved..

Boris started tracing on my hand, with his finger. I smiled.