THE BAD BOY OF KING ALLEN

ROSE SHARMAN

"It is so beautiful." I sighed fascinated at Edrien.

Edrien Peck, the magician of mysteries, the bad boy from Institute. And the most handsome and strange boy in the institute who bullied.

"It's so horrendous." Gus, my best friend, mutters reluctantly.

"If you were gay, you wouldn't find it horrible." I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him.

"Why do you like a weirdo like that?" I snort.

"That's exactly why I like it, its rarity. He is unique."

Her black hair, fair complexion, grayish green eyes, bushy eyebrows, thin and luscious lips, a slender and worked body fitted in black clothing, a turned-up nose, a not exaggeratedly marked jaw.

Really, it was.

"You have nothing in your favor, he has caught you countless times spying on him, and no, it is not a seduction tactic, when he sees your laptop wallpaper he will sue you for harassment." funny laugh.

"No, he won't run away from me," I growled, "and shut up, your laugh is horrendous." I crossed my arms.

"Sure, stalker."

"I at least accept it," I shrugged my shoulders, "but I can't say the same about you, you're still behind your ex," I cleared my throat, "humiliating yourself."

I ended the conversation when I saw Edrien leave the field, his class was over and I knew he was heading to the library. How do I know? I've been bullying him since he was six years old, and I'm not exaggerating.

"Don't scare him away, Abby and I will wait for you in the dining room."

"See you."

I rushed to go after him, very subtly and very cautiously.

All the boys in the halls saw him as a freak and the girls as a chocolate with legs.

Ethan's reputation was not bad but unusual, he is the second most popular boy without even crossing monosyllables with his peers, he was famous for his mysterious aura and wrapped in secrets.

Everyone who wondered who is Edrien Peck?, got more questions in response.

But I knew him very well, I have heard him sing in the shower, I also know that he likes criminology, he is the leader of the chess group, he listens to alternative rock or Heaven-metal, he hates rabbits, his favorite colors are fainter scales of gray. And I would even tell you how his first communion was, but I lose focus on my goal: spying on Edrien .

Where are you going, Edrien? You're supposed to get literature in the library, honey, why are you going the other way?

She was very immersed in not making noise and going cautiously after his steps, the distance between the two has not changed, there are fifteen feet in between, the usual fifteen feet.

I sneakily lift my face to the front and I gasped when he looked in my direction.

Fuck, hide gross, keep walking.

I dragged my feet and stiff legs, forcing myself to take a firm step, I don't breathe and I feel like I'm freezing.

He narrowed his eyes and completely paralyzed me, he gave me a scan looking for something unusual from normal, he continued with the sides of the corridor, I did it too and to my misfortune; the corridor was completely empty.

"Stop following me." Rough mused like his voice.

I swallowed forcefully and broke into a cold sweat, because he had caught me.

"I-I wasn't following you," I stammered, scratching the back of my neck, "I was heading to..."

"Get away."

"That?" stunned watched as he resumed his walk.

"I won't repeat it."

It took me a while to react and I ran until I reached her side, of course keeping fifteen feet.

"Because?"

I had to stay as far away from him as possible, but I couldn't silence that curious voice that wants to know about the enigmatic boy, a voice that I hate sometimes.

"Do it.” he said grudgingly, his countenance; not friendly at all; it was accentuated before leaving. And it was clear what you want: Do not follow me!

Well, that was all for today.

He sighed processing what happened in that corridor, it was not the first crossover between the two, since he has already caught me harassing him on several occasions.

"How did it go? Did you discover anything?" Abby ran over the questions, she has always been the same or more curious than me, that's why she was my best friend.

"Edrien hate me." I exclaimed in a pout, dramatically sitting down at our table.

"You have every right to do so."

"You don't know how much your support comforts me , Gus."

"You're welcome, that's what friends are for."

I dropped my head on the table, forgetting the world for a moment.

"Hey, it's not that important." I felt Abby's hand pat my back, I turned my face to see him and smiled.

"Talk later." I confessed discouraged.

"That?" He had two pairs of eyes wide open watching me, they were stunned.

"Yeah, all he said to me was, Get away." I went back to my pout, "They can believe it."

"It's Edrien Peck, what did you expect?"

“Good point, Gus." Abby supported tossing herself a potato chip.

“He has feelings deep down, guys."

Deep down, but he had them.

"Of course." They both muttered, dismissing my statement.

"Here come the royalty ." Gus said greedily.

The royalty: the most popular group at the Institute named after my friend, of course.

In the royalty we can find:

Aly, my Edrien's ex-girlfriend, an attractive girl to look at, super sociable and very charismatic, too bad she's manipulative, captain of the cheerleaders, the envy of many and annoyance of thousands.

Monica, the principal's daughter, the voluptuous girl with no brains but who knows how to get what she wants, and Aly's best friend, good at making scandals and can't stand being ignored. How bad the hell was for me.

Frederick, the life of the party, the first boy in the ranking of the most popular, relaxed, distracted, his name is synonymous with fun and problems; and a shambles in numbers, her grades stinking worse than cat poop.

Eliécer, a handsome boy who knows how handsome he is and doesn't hesitate to flaunt it, is the second best average in algebra, an economics intern, has excellent grades, is responsible and educated. A defect? He is narcissistic with an ego with larger dimensions than the mysteries of the universe. Oh, and he's Edrien's older brother.

The same Edrien who was staring at me from his spot at the VIP table. His dark eyes scrutinized me carefully looking for a flaw.

Did you miss something on my face, honey?

"Did you see his new tattoo?" I heard the surprised tone in Abby's voice.

"Yes, on his neck," I looked at the z; if that's what it could be called; on her skin, "it suits her."

"It looks sexier."

"Umm." I nodded agreeing with her, but lost in her tattoo.

"Control yourselves, it's not like it was Chris Evans, for God's." Gus snapped, fed up with our mini-chat, "Rose, you're going to accompany me to the lab, right?"

I turned my attention to him, he had a pout that matched his wavy hair. How cute.

"Okay, but make it quick, I have to help mom with the sweets later and I don't have the wild card of being late."

"Perfect, I won't be long," he promised with a wink, "They saw the new entrants... according to and that they are causing hormonal fever."

I denied disinterestedly, "I haven't seen them, and you abby?"

His eyes were drawn to, let me spin m… My God, let's praise that creation!

Brown eyes located symmetrically in her rectangular fair-skinned face were divine, her two piercings on her left eyebrow and another on her; pink and wet; lower lip gave him the image of someone insufferable, strong and rude.

His enigmatic aura dressed in dark outfits drove any girl crazy. Leather jacket, pants and black diver. A mysterious boy straight out of a Play Boy magazine.

I sighed captivated by his charms in plain sight, "Who is he?"

"Grean, a boy whose intellect is amazing and his courage is to be admired. Of few words, he hates everyone and loves loneliness." my friend replied, smiling at me mischievously.

I lowered my slug smile, "Um…Interesting."

"It's cute." Abby said, elbowing me under the table. I glared at her.

After a long time, silence settled in the dining room, giving the signal to what all Westside Institute students already know.

"The odyssey has already begun." Abby declared.

The Odyssey: better known as the torture of fools. In it, the popular or better-class kids take advantage of trampling or bothering the poor scholarship holders.