True Heart of A Bad Boy

Tyler's POV

Once again, I forgot to wake up. It was my first day in high school and I was already late. In fact, I wonder why I had to go to school when my future was already mapped out.

My name is Tyler Hale, I am 16 years old and I am the head of The Serpents, a gang in Los Angeles.

My father is none other than the boss of the Los Angeles mafia of which I am the sole heir.

That morning, I put on one of my blue ripped jeans with a black T-shirt and my black boots. I ran my hand through my hair, grabbed my leather jacket and my keys, and left the villa.

My mother had taken the Mercedes, so I went for the Yamaha parked under the porch.

Despite being obviously late by the time I got to school, more than three hours, I didn't bother to be discreet with my big bike. The roar of the engine was so loud that the whole school must have heard it. As I walked to my classroom, the principal stopped me in the hallway.

"Mr. Hale! You're off to a bad start!"

This guy with his glasses like telescopes and his belly that didn't fit well in his crudely-tucked-in shirt was already getting on my nerves

"Well, I'm here now!" I said with a smirk.

"Your class is in Room 1A. Hurry up now! I won't take anymore late coming of yours!"

"Alright, chief!" I gave him a salute like in the army before heading to my class.

Once I reached the room, I entered without knocking. I was already late, so there was no need to make my arrival noticed.

"Mr. Hale, you have finally deigned to honor us with your presence." I pretended not to have heard the teacher and continued to walk towards the back of the class, without looking back once.

I then took a look in search of a seat. A blonde girl at the back of the room motioned to me. I quickly recognized her by her provocative outfit. It was Brenda, my father's best friend's daughter.

I had a pair of sunglasses which, despite being classy, prevented me from seeing clearly. It wasn't until I lowered those glasses a little that I finally saw a friend of mine, Jackson. I went to join him immediately, completely ignoring Brenda.

"Mr. Hale, we are in class and there is no sun." The teacher handed the exam papers to the students in front and to me.

"Damn it!" I mumbled as I took off my glasses.

School was just as I thought it would be, extremely boring. No wonder I was the first to leave the class when lunch time struck.

I was seated on the guardrail near the cafeteria and was busy lighting my cigarette when Evan, Edward and Jackson joined me.

"Hey dude, you left the class like a rocket. I am not sure you even noticed the new girls." Jackson gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"I must admit that there are some really cute babes this year," Evan said.

Edward didn't say anything. He hung out with us out of habit but was not at all interested in our stories. What he actually liked was to go to the gym. That was where he spent most of his time. He was just a no-fuss guy. Ever since he was a kid, he always wanted to become a bodyguard, and he had been working a lot for it. Despite his 6 foot 2 inches height and his athletic build, he was very calm and gentle.

As a matter of fact, I could already see him in the future being my personal bodyguard.

"Look at the girl over there!" Jackson pointed at a group of girls entering the cafeteria.

I looked in the direction he was showing me and saw a little Chinese girl with a tall, curly-haired mestizo. The latter had big, muscular thighs and a beautiful butt molded into her slim jeans.

"Damn! I would pay to see her topless!" Jackson was drooling.

The ever-so-silent Edward opened his mouth for once.

"I will advise you not to mess up with her. She hangs out with Dylan and his gang."

Dylan was the most popular guy in high school. He was tall, blond, just the kind of guy I hated.

"Exactly, she would be a prime target," I said, stubbing out my cigarette.

A swift glance at Edward made me notice he didn't seem to agree. However, he didn't say anything as he knew very well that when I made up my mind to do something, nothing could stop me.

Tara's POV

We went to get our trays and sat down at the table. Isabella had informed us that she would not be coming to eat with us, so we were just four of us at the table.

"Did you see who we're in class with? Are we cursed or something?" I said.

Shin Oh, who was sitting next to me, didn't seem as shocked as I expected her to be. Unlike her, I had never seen that guy before, though I had already heard about him and his gang. After all, apart from my sport activities, I didn't go out much and spent most of my time at the orphanage.

"You're right. I mean, bumping into the famous bad boys in Los Angeles…"

Shin Oh stuffed the shrimps from her dish in her mouth so much so that she could hardly chew them.

"Hey, you shouldn't rush like that, you might choke on them." With that, I handed her a glass of water. Her eyes were red and she was coughing.

"Hi girls!"

I looked up and saw Jackson in front of us. Beside him was that famous bad boy Shin Oh was talking about.

Jackson, who had repeated the class, was older than us. He looked like a brawler with chains hanging on his jeans. He was wearing a black jacket and a cap so low you couldn't see his eyes.

I then turned my eyes to the famous bad boy. He was about five feet tall with black hair that hung down a bit. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes, and he had a cold look on the face.

I lowered my head back to my tray and continued to eat, ignoring them.

"Well, you girls are not very nice," Jackson said, sitting on the table. "We come over to say hello and you just ignore us."

He leaned over to Shin Oh and took a shrimp from her plate.

"You're disgusting!" Shin Oh exclaimed, pulling back her tray as she stood up. Her face was red with anger.

Jackson looked at her with a smirk.

"What's wrong with the Chinese? She is not happy?"

In the meantime, his friend, the so-called bad boy, was smiling silently. They were just poorly educated kids in my opinion.

"First of all, I'm not Chinese but Korean, stupid!" Shin Oh shouted. One thing she definitely couldn't stand was people constantly deciding on her origins according to her appearance.

I saw Jackson's gaze turn dark at once. Before his hand could grab Shin Oh, I stood up and grabbed his arm.

"What the hell is your problem?" he yelled, pulling off his arm violently. He then jumped off the table and stood in front of me.

I looked at him and I saw his green eyes under his cap turn murderous.

I flinched. I was obviously no match for him despite my two years of Thai boxing. However, I could not let him bully us from day one.

His friend behind him didn't not move though. He was simply observing the scene with a smirk.

Dylan's POV

"What's going on here?"

Tara was up against the worst scoundrels in high school when Connor, Min Oh and I arrived in the cafeteria.

"Here comes the other Chinese!" Jackson said, turning to them.

"Do you want us to fix it now, you little asshole?" Min Oh was seething.

I put my arm in front of Min Oh to calm him. I always prefer to have physical confrontation as a last resort. I looked at Tyler, who was standing there with a smirk, watching the scene.