Previously: "You know what? I don't even need your 'support' anymore, dad. You're just a cooperate asshole now-" She gasped, as he slapped her across the face, furiously.

"Don't you dare." He said, his voice low.

--

She squinted her eyes at him and pointed, "Hey, you're the guy who-"

"-You asked where room R21 was." He finished her sentence, nodding.

--

"Are you going to be at the bar tonight?" Clara asked Bryan.

Bryan shook his head slowly, his mouth dry as hell. "Absolutely not." He replied.

She scoffed, "Okay, then when?"

"Just go." He said, harshly.

Clara frowned at him, then pursed her lips, she grabbed two packets of condoms from the floor and threw them at him. "Pendejo." She spat at him in Spanish then grabbed her shoes, and stormed out.

--

Just then, Candice saw Salvatore's eyes glaring at her from all the way across the cafeteria. She felt chills at the back of her neck as an eerie feeling swept over her. Why was he looking at her like that? Was it just part of her imagination? Salvatore clenched his jaw then finally looked away, walking out of the cafeteria. 

18: Do it all again.

'Sometimes a bad boy can be good for a girl.'

-Unknown

"Candice, would you mind solving this equation for the class?"

Candice's eyes widened as her eyes darted left and right. She sighed and blinked. "Uh..." She breathed out. How long ago was it since she done these types of equations? Crap...She was so good at it then. "I-uh..."

"It's a simple equation- everybody in the class should make an effort to know this by now." The teacher said, growing irritated. He turned to her expectantly, "So, Candice? Can you solve this equation?"

She opened her mouth but nothing came out, she did a little shake to her head and gulped. No...This is ridiculous, Candice. Don't cry. She looked around the room with watery eyes. Everyone's going to think that she's stupid. I'm not stupid... She thought, That's not who i am-

"Candice? Are you listening?" The teacher asked.

Candice's heart was racing, as her blood was boiling. She had enough of this. She had enough of this teacher mocking her. She abruptly stood up and walked out of the classroom. 

"Cand-" The teacher sighed and pointed at the students, "Stay here. If anyone leaves the classroom they're getting an automatic detention." 

The teacher caught up with her outside, "What was that?" He demanded.

"Why did you do that? You made me look like an idiot in front of everyone!" Candice yelled, in tears.

"No, you made yourself look like an idiot." The teacher said, crossing his arms. "How are you supposed to get good grades when you can't even solve a simple equation."

"It's...not *sniff*  my fault...." She sobbed.

The teacher sighed, "At the end of the day you don't have anyone else to blame but yourself. You have to commit to your work and-"

"It's not like that! God, why does everyone think everything's my fault?!"

The teacher sighed and spoke in a more soft tone, "I'm not going to argue with you now, I've got a class to teach. We'll talk about this another time."

--

"I couldn't even solve a simple math equation..." Candice mumbled, chewing on her apple.

Jane put a hand on her back comfortingly, "It's not the end of the world. Mr Evans is a jackass." 

"Yeah." Mark said, agreeing. "You've just started your second week, they can at least cut you some slack. But trust me, after the next semester, you'll get the hang of it..."

Candice shook her head, "Oh, i'm not-"

Jane stood up, "I need -uh- a little 'Fix me up'." 

Candice frowned, but Mark nodded understandingly. 

Jane walked away and headed to the bathroom, leaving Mark and Candice alone on the cafeteria table. Mark scooted closer to Candice and threw an arm over her shoulder. 

"So...are you okay?" He asked.

"What?"

"You seemed a little distracted last week..." Mark explained.

"O-Oh, i'm fine." Candice said. 

"If you need anything, you can talk to me." Mark said, getting closer to Candice.

"Mark, what happened last week was-" She was cut off by his lips on hers, while his hand touched the back of her neck.

Candice flinched and slightly moved her head backwards.

Mark got the hint and pulled away, "Sorry- i just-"

"No, Mark. I should've told you sooner that i wasn't-"

"Yeah- Yeah. I get it." He nodded slowly, "See you later, Candice." He said, and stood up. 

She was about to open her mouth but he was already gone. 

Candice sighed melodramatically and put her elbow on the table, her chin leaning on the palm of her hand. 

She spotted Salvatore sitting on one of the tables, talking to his friends.

Was last week just her imagination? That stare he gave her freaked her out, and made the hair at the back of her neck stand up. It was like he knew something about her. Salvatore caught her looking at him; he jumped off the table and joined her. 

"Here by yourself?" He asked.

"I just...I needed some space to breathe." She replied.

Why does she feel like he didn't buy that?

"Right. Want to get it off your chest?" He asked, examining her face.

She shook her head and put her hands under the table. "It's nothing, really." 

"It don't seem like nothing." 

"Because it's not." Candice said, coldly. But then smiled sweetly at him, "Believe me." She said. 

"Alright," He said, "I'll take your word for it. Hey, uh-" He bit his lip nervously, "There's this bonfire party happening tonight and i was wondering..." He said, dragging out the last word, "If you wanted to come with?" He said, quickly.

"Oh-uh...I-Thanks for asking b-but i'm grounded." She staggered, knowing all too well that her face was crimson red at that moment. 

"Grounded?" He asked, curiously.

"My dad's assistant caught me on the beach at 2am while on some uh...hallucinogen." She grunted at the memory, and once she started, she couldn't stop, "And then, THAT assistant got fired because my father held her responsible for me and thought it was all her fault that i was out at 2am on drugs but it really wasn't, i was just being so stupid and it's the first time i feel really bad for something i did and now i just realize what kind of bitch i am and-" She stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath, "So...no. I can't go. Sorry." She said, exhaling. 

"What a story." He said, "Aaannd now i have to go and live with the fact that you rejected me." He said, jokingly. He stopped leaning on the table, "Oh- here's the invitation in case you change your mind." 

"What- am i going to have to sneak out the window or something?" She asked, chuckling.

"Looks like you've tried before." He said.

Candice narrowed her eyes, memories flashing before her eyes, "Yes," She said, giving him a little smile, "Yes i have." 

He smiled about to walk away but he turned around and gave her the 'peace' sign. "Later." He said, and joined his friends. 

Candice heard footsteps and Jane quickly rejoined her, sitting on the chair opposite Candice, her back facing Salvatore. "Okay," She hissed excitedly, "I heard everything. Do you know what you just did?!" 

Candice scowled at her, confused, slowly raising her milkshake carton up to her lips, "I don't follow..." She said, sipping on the straw. 

"You just rejected Mylvery High's bad boy!" 

Candice rolled her eyes and put the milk carton down on the table, massaging her forehead, "Oh, not one of these..." She mumbled to herself. She stopped massaging and looked up at Jane, "Bad boy? He looked pretty decent to me." 

"I don't know whether that's an insult to bad boys or a compliment to Salvatore." She said, whispering his name. She scoffed, "Let me introduce you. Salvatore is the baddest most sexiest senior in this school-"

Candice rolled her eyes and picked up her milk carton again, sipping on it.

"If you mess with him, you're dead." She looked around nervously and leaned in, whispering, "And apparently, he put a guy in a hospital 6 months ago and he's still there!" 

How impressive, Candice thought, sarcastically, Glad i dodged a bullet. 

"He's a black belt in karate-"

"He has a gun in his locker-"

"One time he was gonna get arrested for arson, but he made a deal with the officer and bought him a car! Apparently, that's how they dropped the charges-!"

"He's got tattoos here-" She said, discreetly pointing to the areas on her body, "Here, and here. And- you didn't hear this from me...but he has a tattoo...on his dick-!"

Candice choked on her milk.

"Girls are piling up to get a chance with this hot piece of ass." 

"I wonder why..." Candice mumbled, slowly giving up on humanity. She secretly looked at Salvatore from across the room disgustingly. 

"He's so cold towards girls, though...you must be the kind of girl he's into if he was sitting there talking to you, let alone a Junior. And didn't you hear the way he said 'Later'?" She slapped her hands onto the table and leaned even more opposite Candice, "How did you not die!? He was like 'Later...'" She giggled, "'Later...Later'. No, wait! It was like...'Later.'" She said, mimicking his voice.

"God, are you going to be that one cliche friend of the main character who cheers her on when she has a bad boy chasing after her and acts overly quirky and annoying despite the fact that she wishes she could be with that guy too?" Candice asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

"Let me see that invitation he gave you!" Jane said ignoring Candice's last comment.

Candice sighed and gave her the crumpled piece of paper. 

Jane widened her jaw at Candice, "You crumpled it up?!" She straightened the piece of paper and read it. "He officially fucking invited you. He didn't just have a box of them and gave it to random people he specifically invited you! I wasn't even invited! And you said no!" She quietly exclaimed.

Candice shrugged, "You can go if you want in my place. It's an open invitation, right?" 

Jane gaped at Candice, "I can't believe how lightly you're treating this right now. I can't even..." 

Candice furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "What?" 

Jane looked at Candice like she was dumb, "I can't even." 

Candice gave her a confused face, not understanding what she was saying, but then shook her head. "Whatever. I already have someone special, anyway." 

Jane scoffed, "Like Mark? Please. I see the way he looks at you. And you, sister, could do so much better." 

Candice chuckled, "And you, Jane, are ridiculous." 

"Oh, please." Jane mumbled, "I just can't believe he asked you to the bonfire party!" She said, staring at the paper like it was gold. "This is gold!" She coincidentally said. "He's going to go wild! And you know he has the good shit." She said, winking, giving Candice the invitation paper back. 

Candice's head shot up, "How d'you know?" She asked.

"He's half Italian! His father's probably some mafia mob boss or something! Either way, he hooked up a kid with some new unknown shit that no one even knows about! And guess where that kid is now?" Jane asked.

"Dead?" Candice asked.

"In a Jacuzzi, drinking vodka with two models, one body guard and 3 guard dogs, all because he had the mind to make 2 kick ass mind blowing Oscar winning short film and you know that mystery drug was the reason why." Jane said, nodding.

Candice looked at Jane, pursing her lips, then blinked at her, finally speaking up. "I call BS on that one. Anyway i gotta go back to Maths. Mr Evans won't leave my ass alone until i complete this one stupid equation." She stood up and put her tray in the bin, then walked out the cafeteria, avoiding eye contact with Salvatore as she walked past him. 

--

"Candice, we need to talk..." Her father said, when she got home from school.

"Save it." She said, coldly, dropping her bag down on the couch, then storming upstairs. She ignored her father's calls and slammed the bedroom door locked behind her.

She bit her lips later that evening, staring at the invitation paper, contemplating whether she should go or not, and if she was going to this just to rebel against her father, or because she really wanted something. She heard a motorcycle outside of her window and some cheering from boys. 

--

Bryan sighed, opening the doors the the bar, he sat down on the bar stool and nodded at the bartender, ordering a drink. He sat there, running a hand through his hair, and looking around, tapping his fingers on the bar. He finally spotted Clara, sitting alone. They briefly made eye contact for a second, then looked away. His drink came and he picked up the pint of beer, and began drinking it. Next thing he knows, Clara and he start making out as soon as they leave the bar. He kissed her neck hungrily, as she chuckled into his ears. "Oh my god, Bryan." She mumbled seductively, as she held his arm to steady herself, stumbling a little bit. 

--

The two motorcycles stopped in front of Candice's bedroom as she furrowed her eyebrows when she heard her name being called.

When she finally figured out how to open the window, she looked out and saw Salvatore and some of his friends. 

"What are you doing here?" She hissed down at him. 

"I came to pick you up." He simply said.

"I said i was grounded!" 

"And i say you're not anymore." He replied, winking. 

This cocky son of a bitch. She thought, but she couldn't help but smile. "How did you even get my address, let alone come here? This is a gated community." 

"I have my ways. Okay, i may have got it from the principle's office-"

"Oh, and i wonder what you were doing inside the principle's office, Mr Bad Boy." 

"Just get in or i'm gonna have to come up there and get you." He warned.

She leaned on the window sill and smile cheekily at him, "And what makes you think i'm gonna come down here?" She asked, teasingly.

"Because i said so?" He said.

"Mm...Nope."

"Because it's a hell of a lot better than where you are and you know it." He said.

She grinned, that's so true. That's so true it almost hurts, "I'm sold." 

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