The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter three

Mac’s pov

Mr. James said, folding his hands and looking at me suspiciously, “I am waiting, Mac.

Tisha had stopped what she was doing because she was afraid of being discovered, and it seemed her instincts were right.

I was just about to stand up when the door opened, and Dan walked in late to class. This caught Mr James’ attention, and I took the opportunity to quickly fix my p@nts before he looked back at me.

Without Dan knowing it, he had always saved the day.

“Wouldn’t be shocked if you’re late again. It’s become a regular thing for you, so detention,” Mr. James said to Dan, who didn’t seem bothered by being late.

“Hey Mac, are you going to get up or should I give you detention?” Mr. James questioned. I smirked and smoothly stood up, relieved that everything was back to normal.

“Uhmm… I… sorry, could you repeat the question? I wasn’t paying attention.” I said to Mr James.

“Hey Mac, what’s up with you? Why are you so unfocused lately? Mr James asked me. “One thing about Mr. James is that he can be like a guardian sometimes.”

Yeah, it’s not shocking that he’s not getting any younger. Time keeps moving for all of us.

I complained, already getting annoyed by his conversations, “You didn’t let me answer the damn question before you went full ‘guardian’ on me.”

“Why am I not surprised? I won’t ask again, so please take a seat. I sincerely hope that you participate in the project that I assigned to Elena and you because if you don’t, I’ll be forced to inform the principal about miscreants like you.”

‘Why did this man think he could boss me around? He needs to chill out’ I scoffed.

“Elena dear, please don’t be afraid to let me know about any of his odd behaviors.”Is that okay?” Mr James asked, I observed as the nerd girl nervously looked at me before speaking.

“Uhmmm, sure thing!” I heard her say in response.

Mr. James kept droning on in his boring class, and I completely lost interest. As I sat down, I noticed Tisha was still below the desk.

I can say with certainty that this b*tch will kill me or be the cause of my death.

After class, we went to the cafeteria, and let me tell you, I couldn’t eat anything. I was still angry about Mr. James embarrassing me in front of everyone in the class.

“Hey! What was that about?” Justin asked as he sat down next to Dan, who was chowing down on his food.

“I was having such a great time, and then that awful teacher had to go and ruin it,” I explained to Justin.

“Hold on a sec, I realized Tisha wasn’t sitting close to you all of a sudden,” Justin said, giving me a suspicious look.

Dan almost choked on his food at what I just said, “That’s because she was below me!”

He said, staring up at the sky, “Damn! A blowjob in class, why am I dreaming of such a moment?” I laughed.

I looked over at Justin and noticed he was unusually silent. I wondered why he was so quiet. “Hey, Justin, are you there?” I asked, snapping my fingers.

“Sorry about that; you won’t believe I’m hard on right now;” he said. I looked at him in shock.

“Hold on, a second. I looked around the cafeteria but couldn’t find a chick worth getting hard on.

“It’s the fact that Tisha had blown* you off that got me all hard at the moment.”He said as Dan and I both burst out laughing.

Who in the world gets a hard boner just listening to tales of his friend? Yes… You answered it right, Justin.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Elena’s pov

“After class, I headed straight home, avoiding Mac because his intense glare made me anxious about what he might do if he caught up with me.”

“When I arrived home, I was surprised to see my mom there, and there wasn’t a guy around.”

“Seems like someone decided to keep men out of their life today.” I thought to myself.

Walking into the living room, I spotted her engrossed in a Netflix show, and as soon as she saw me, a big smile spread across her face.

“Hey, darling! Welcome back! How was your day at school?” She asked me.

“Oh no, someone better dial 911 because there’s a fake mom in the house!” I exclaimed.

She couldn’t possibly have just asked about my school activities.

My mother never gave a damn about how I managed to endure numerous acts of bullying or how long I stayed in school.

She was only interested in men and how much money she could make After having sex with them.

“Alright,” I grumbled, making my way to my room before she called me back.

“What?” I questioned, feeling frustrated and exasperated; Not wanting to speak to her.

She told me to sit down, motioning to the couch across from her. I let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly sat down.

“Look, sweetie, I’m aware that I haven’t been the best parent. But I promise to do my best to change for the better.”

“Way to go!” I responded. She had said this before, not just once, but multiple times. My mom had a habit of flipping from resentment to change in an instant.

“I mean it, sweetie. I’m already taking action to make a change. Check it out-I’m at home on a Thursday afternoon, watching Netflix.”

“Yeah, that’s totally what a responsible parent should be doing, right?” I asked in disbelief.

I got up from the couch, feeling exhausted, and silently left the living room without saying anything to her.

Until she followed through with the change she was talking about, I couldn’t trust anything she said nor would I be fooled by her actions.