Year 10

Courtney



We finally returned to school after a long six weeks off. I was happy to know I was doing the lesson I enjoyed the most of all: music. I had also taken up drama because I was told that I should take it alongside music to get the best of both worlds. I could agree more. Though music was my passion, I liked acting too.

Me and Isaac were inseparable. Though he was a year older than us, he was still as crazy and as outgoing as our friends' group.

We spent the last two weeks having the holidays together and with our friends splitting our time to make it equal so there were no arguments. We spent weekends as a group.

It worked really well. I had hardly seen Tucker. He was out and about with his friends, so I never saw him. I was glad because I'd have to deal with Ashton's face and I really didn't want him to ruin my holidays. We'd been with our relatives for two weeks. It was pure hell. It was torture. I would rather put up with Ashton's fadd and his snarky remarks than put up with fake people that only faff a s**t about themselves. Our cousins included. The girls were worse than the bitchies at school. And as for the boys, don't get me started. They were all d***s and thought they were gods' gift to women. I just wanted to punch them in the face and ask them if they had looked in the mirror lately because from where I was standing, they were no oil paintings.

I laughed, remembering one of them approached Tucker all like 'look at me.' I had to laugh, dude, he thought he was all it and you're all s**t. Tucker soon put him in his place by punching him square in the face and told him if he was in our school he'd have no chance with the girls cause there were bigger and better fish to fry than him. I knew who he was talking about; Ashton Barraman.

He was bound to be the bad boy king this year. No doubt about it. He'd got the looks and definitely had the girls crawling around him like flies around s**t.

"Hey kitten." Issac said. Kissing my lips softly, before placing his arm around me."

"Hey."

"So are we ready? We have to meet the others at school."

"Yeah I'm ready."

He smiled and we headed towards school. This had been our routine since year seven and, honestly, I wasn't fed up with it. Idsac was a sweetheart, but he was also very possessive.

"So are you looking forward to this year, kitten? One more year and we'll be free from high school for good."

"Yeah, I am. At least next year I won't have to deal with Ashton Barraman any longer."

"Yeah. So, do you reckon he'll be the new bad boy king?"

"Definitely. "

We walked to the gates where our friends were waiting. "What took you so long?"

"Nothing you know Courtney by now. She's a slow poke!" He laughed.

"Hey!" I said, elbowing him. "I'm not slow, I just like to look presentable."

"It's high school. No one gives a shit."

That was true, well, almost apart from those who thought they had to look better than everyone else, aka the girls that hung with my brother and his friends.

"We were all just talking about who would be in the running for the bad boy king this year. Our money is on Bareaman. We do think Wolfe has it in him to go against Ashton a second year running to lose."

"I agree. It was only because I helped him the previous year that he got selected instead of Ashton."

"And you're not helping him this year are you?" Isaac questioned.

"No," I answered. I didn't want any arguments. Isaac's eyes were cold and angry, mentioning me helping another guy achieve his goal. But I think there was more to it than that. I think other people were involved in that decision but I chose not to say anything.

The bell rang and we all headed in, saying our goodbyes, heading to our tutor's rooms for registration and our timetables.

Sure enough, by the time the break came around, outside and in the corridors, they were buzzing with pupils discussing who would be the bad boy king this year. By lunch it had been confirmed that Ashton Barraman had taken the spot this year. I rolled my eyes, just great it would all go to his head and him tormenting me would get a thousand times worse.

Ashton (year 9)

Well, it's the first day back and everyone was chatting about who would be crowned the bad boy king. I smirked, knowing the answer to that. Though Tucker would give me a good run for my money, he was sure to be second in the running. I'd had more girls than he'd had, but then again, he wasn't that far behind.

Girls seemed to adore his bad boy tests and his angelic face. He had a substantial amount of muscle that wasn't there when we had met almost six years ago. Wow, doesn't time fly?

Bryce would come joint second or maybe third. Girls seemed to swoon over his impeccable six pack or his bright blue eyes. We all knew he had eyes for only one girl, the girl he'd never get on a million years: Courtney.

Why?

Well one, she's in a relationship with that dumb ass Issac.

And two, she doesn't go for bad boys like us.

She detests that Tucker has a new girl almost every other week or more times than he has hot dinners. She frankly finds our habits disgusting.

Like I care, she's just a leech. Although one thing about her is she can play any game you put in front of her, she likes competition. Another thing is that she isn't scared to go that extra mile and test how far she can be actually pushed before putting her hands up and admitting she would do what is asked.

I smile. If I didn't hate her as much as I did, I could go for a girl like Courtney. She's fierce and takes up any challenge given her willingly and I think that's what attracted Issac Walker to her. He's the optimum of trouble. Maybe when it comes to crowning the bad boy next year it will be him. He's devious and dangerous. But Courtney still has to discover that side of him, yet all he shows her is his loving, jealous, possessive side. She hasn't seen anything yet.

By break the corridors were still buzzing with chatter about who they wanted and who would be crowned the bad boy king this year.

By lunch, you're truly announced the bad boy king. My friends congratulated me by putting me on the back and smashing my fists. Jet Wolfe walked past us, his eyes cutting and boring into mine, disgusted to know I'd got what he had once and what he obviously wanted again.

It was obvious he wouldn't, he hadn't got what it takes to be crowned the bad boy king. It was obvious to everyone else, but we knew he'd only got it last year because of a certain someone. Or someone who had made it happen.

After we celebrated my new title as the bad boy king, I went to find Courtney to gloat. I knew she had plenty to say on the subject. I was banking on it.

And there she was alone. I grinned, striding over to her. "Well, if it isn't Little Miss. Perfect."

Shr looked up and rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Asher? My brother is in there." She said, pointing to the canteen.

"Oh, I know it was you I wanted, not Tucker."

"What for?"

"I've got good news, Little Miss. Perfect."

"Oh really? Please, do tell."

I smirked. "You're now looking at the new bad boy king." I said proudly.

"Oh so that's what all the fuss was about earlier?"

I continued smirking. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?"

"Not really, no. I knew your big head would manage to get bigger without my help."

I edged closer to her, talking into her ear. "Is that all you've got to say?"

"Not really, but you know my feelings in it. You're a big bot now, Asher, and if it inflates your ego and more than it already has, go figure."

I smirked. "I hope you're not going to get any ideas about helping a certain someone out this year to get what's rightfully mine taken assy again.

She looked at me nervously.

"That's right, Miss. Perfect I know."

She gulped.

"If I find out you helped Wolfe this year, I won't hesitate to turn you both in for exploitation. "

"I'm not."

"Good girl." I said, kissing her cheek.

"You had best stick to your word, Courtney, or else," I warned.