All Chapters of The Bad Boys Club : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The class was silent as we waited for Ms. Elena to arrange the test papers. Ms. Elena is one of those teachers who love to call out the results of each student after a test. I personally find it annoying because I don’t want anyone in my business, I don’t want anyone to know whether or not I passed a test. According to Ms. Elena though, she calling out the results was a way of encouraging students to work harder. In the last mini-test we did in chemistry I had a 70% which was a B. It wasn’t too bad because I always had a D back in Lake George. It was a huge improvement and I have Annabel to thank for that. Charlie had a B+ in the last test, and not that it’s any of my business but Christian had an A+ with 99%. I swear that boy is so perfect that sometimes I think the word perfect was made for him. Something was bugging my mind though, Tyler’s results were never mentioned in class. At first, I supposed it happened like that because he was the son of the owner of the school but after a

“Believe it or not, being in Edwin and Co. is starting to seem like one of the best things to happen to me.” “Why not? You got to meet the despicable Charlie Fudge, that’s enough reason to be glad you’re here.” It was Saturday morning. It was a very beautiful morning with the sun coming in from the opened windows of our room. Charlie and I had woken up early to clean our room and lay our beds. Charlie is a really good influence on me because she loves a clean room and enjoys cleaning better than me. At first, I had hated her carefulness and neatness but Charlie is the sort of person who silently influences you, and before you realize it you’re pulled by her actions, doing the things you never thought you would ever love to do. And I was becoming quite good at cleaning if I do say so myself. Since Charlie was the neater one between us she washed the toilets while I cleaned the room. I never realized it but there is this burst of fresh air that rushes into a neat room. And right now as

I promised myself that I was not going to let the outburst with Heather destroy my mood but I could not keep the slight guilt from choking me that I was indeed at fault for causing a rift between Lola and Heather, even though one way or another the truth of Heather’s betrayal would have come to light. As much as I felt guilty I was surprised at Heather’s reaction to the whole thing, she made it look like it was entirely my fault. And even her apology to Lola was more like she was trying to prove that Tyler would have cheated on her with anybody like it didn’t matter she was the one caught with him. There was just something cold-blooded in her reaction to everything and I was actually kind of worried for her because it was a sign that she was in denial of her fault in the whole thing. “You better take care, you look like you’re about to poke a hole through that nice dress.” Charlie was zipping up her leather shorts. She had chosen leather shorts with a halter top and leather boots for

“So are you here with your girlfriend?” I asked the stranger who later introduced himself as Jackson. We were dancing along with a couple of other people who had given up on drinking and kissing. “Nope. I’m single actually and by the looks of it so are you.” His hands were on my waist and he was so close that we stood with our noses almost touching. I could tell that he had deep blue eyes and that his dark lashes were long in the dim light. I laughed at his words. “How would you know I’m single and not just cheating on my boyfriend with a rather handsome dance partner? It’s not like it is written on my forehead that I’m single and searching.” He laughed too, a deep rumbling sound that made my hands on his shoulders vibrate. “You don’t look like the kind to cheat besides if you had a boyfriend I would be on my face in my pool of blood in some dark corner here.” I chuckled. He was quite funny and very easy to talk to. Since Charlie left for food for us and I started talking with Ja

“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” Johanna and another girl from St. Patrick’s both knelt at the center of the circle awkwardly trying to get closer to kiss. Some idiot had decided that the rule of the game was that the two people on whom the top and bottom of the bottle landed would have to kiss for 2 minutes and Charlie gladly offered to be the timekeeper. Jackson had produced a phone from his bag which he had earlier kept in Annabel’s room and gave it to her. Johanna and the other girl kissed and Charlie started the countdown. The noise we made as we joined Charlie in counting down drowned the noise of the party going on out. The bottle of whiskey was passed around as were cans and cans of beer. “Three, two, one!” They sprang apart. “Whoo!!” “Okay okay next. It’s my turn to spin,” Charlie declared. She got on her knees and spun the bottle. I held my breath and waited for the bottle to stop spinning. The top of the bottle landed on Charlie and the other on Martin. “What the heck?!” Ann