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It was a Monday, a boring, stupid Monday. You hated the day of the week and everything about them! You open your locker with a roll of your shoulders and a sigh. And a note slipped out. You smiled immediately, the lined paper was folded a few times and had been stuffed through the slats of the metal. Your smile widens as you crouch down and pick up the note.
You open the note and read over it with the smile still on your face:
_You better call life alert because I've fallen for you and I can't get up._
You snorted, the notes were always filled with cheesy pickup lines- they never failed to brighten your Monday. And of course as always, no signature or way of knowing who was the sender of the little note. You stood up while stuffing the note in your always at hand notebook, it was filled with all the other notes from the previous Mondays. You sigh and smile a little as you slam your locker shut behind you. You glance over and meet eyes briefly with Jay. You snapped your attention away because, yes, even though you thought it was a little ridiculous for yourself to consider someone a "bad boy" what else was there to call him? You hadn't ever talked to him, he was someone everyone considered reckless, wild- a rantipole. The few friends you had here in the new school never wanted anything to do with him. One of the girls even warned you against him. She'd said: "stay away from him. He's bad news."
When you asked her why she barely had an excuse. Your friends would shrug and say "he always gets into trouble."
So you'd taken their advice, although you had somewhat of a fascination with him. You'd seen him get in only a few brawls since you'd been here. Whereas more often you had seen him create uprisings and arguments during class- taking a small disagreement and turning it into something bigger. It was almost like he playing a game. Seeing how many people he could get on his side before he showed how truly the subject even mattered to him.
At one point you'd seen him laugh after getting the whole History class into an argument about one of the smallest of things and he'd said to them, "Well- don't _you_ feel like fools?" The whole classroom went from yelling to silence in seconds, "Getting into arguments about something so petty and because _I_ simply told you to- tsk tsk." He planted his hands on his hips with a grin, happy the attention was all on him, "You see... I don't even care about the subject, and today you learned that-"
He was about to keep ranting before the teacher screamed at him to get down. And then of course... he was kicked back to detention. What he created was almost like... small rebellions. Never anything dangerous. The only time you personally had seen him get in fights is when someone tried to overstep their boundaries- when they tried to see _just_ how far they could push him. And that's when things got ugly...
You glanced at him again to see him still staring as he slammed his locker shut. As he walked past you caught him smirking at your timidness, which in effect made you a little embarrassed. You waited until he passed before letting out a small sigh.
You gasp, when expectedly you were yanked forward and then slammed back into your locker causing you to cough. You looked up at a tall boy with wide eyes. You recognize him immediately too. _Mason_- one of the biggest bullies in this entire school. He picked on anyone and for no reason.
Mason growled, "you need to learn to stay out of my way." He yanked the backpack off of your shoulder and tipped it upside down so that most of your books and pens fell out. Before he dropped the bag altogether.
You gapped at the bag and scoffed, " _Excuse me_ ? I wasn't in _anyone's_ way- YOU need to back off." You rolled your eyes, your sass coming out as an automatic response.
The boy laughed, "got a mouth on you, don't-" he was cut off when he was yanked away by the back of his shirt. You gasped and looked over at whoever had separated the two of you. And you are even more confused when you see Jay- the intimidating school ruffian.
You stared at him as you saw him lean closer to Mason and growl, "You _stay away_ from her."
Mason laughed, a sparkle in his eyes from the challenge that Jay presented, "or what?" Mason persists.
Jay snickered a little, "Or you regret it. Just like anyone else who messes with me does." He smirked an expression that said, _duh you've seen the fights._ You'd seen those fights too. Anyone who got in a quarrel with Jay never came out on the good end of things.
Mason yanked away from him, "whatever." He mumbled as he slammed into Jay's shoulder on the way of pushing past him.
Jay only scoffed while grabbing Mason's arm with a death grip, "I heavily advise against doing that-" he said glancing at his own shoulder, "-again."
Mason stared at him for a second, you think he was processing his next move. Did he want to get in a fight with Jay? He did he want to take his advice and leave it? But finally Mason pulled his arm away while slipping around Jay and leaving quickly. You looked around at the ring of people who had emerged to watch the fuss. Jay watched him leave with an amused look before crouching down and shoving your stuff carelessly back into the bag before standing back up.
You stepped forward to him, "Hi-" you said awkwardly and he turned his attention to you with the same amused look, like he was surprised you could actually speak, and you continued, "Um... Thank you for-" you were cut off when he pushed the bag into your hands and walked away. You watched him, shocked, as he slipped around you light on his feet not bothering to say anything. The people moved out of his way instantly as he walked down the hall. You let out a soft puff of air and twisted your lips. Not knowing exactly how to feel about... _anything_ that just happened.
You took in a breath and looked down at the sloppily put together bag in your arms. You didn't understand why Jay had helped you, and you looked at where he had left in the crowd with curiosity. You released a long breath before zipping your backpack up and slinging it back on your shoulder.
You started towards your next class, knowing it would start any minute now. And by the time you left your locker all the people that had gathered to watch the commotion had disbanded and gone to class. You walked down the halls as the last bits of people scattered into their classrooms, and you did the same.
Staring at your shoes you rushed in and sat down quickly, you began to unload the books for this class from your backpack and soon after your teacher began talking. You could hardly pay any attention to the speech your teacher was giving. Your mind was still more than curious about the boy who'd helped you, yet- you knew nothing about. You opened up your notebook and the little note from this morning slipped out and onto your desk. That caused a new thought to come into your head. Who was sending them?
You opened the small thing and read over it again- causing you to smile.
"Miss y/n?" You snapped your attention up to your teacher, "I would like your head _in_ this class, not in the clouds please."
You smile, "Yes sir, I'm sorry!"
He sighed exasperatingly and went back to whatever he was talking about. You still couldn't pay attention- you did try of course! ...for 30 seconds. Until your mind was somewhere else again.
You glance to your left and freeze when you see Jay. Never before having realized he sits _right_ next to you in this class. And there you went- your mind looping back into confusion and curiosity with the boy sitting next to you.
He glances at you quickly and you snap your attention away. You heard him sigh softly as he went back to whatever he was doodling on his page. He had written little things here and there, along with small doodles scattered about. You smiled a little at the doodles, you never would have guessed he'd be the doodling type. And you wondered what else about this boy you didn't know- what was he like under the intimidating stares, snarky remarks and rebellious acts?
You tilt your head to the side when you see something more than familiar on his little page of doodles. It was the same cheesy little pick-up line that was written on the note in your hands. You gasp, not realizing it was out loud until Jay snapped his attention to you and your teacher stopped in his speech.
" _Y/n_" your teacher's annoyed voice met your ears and you jumped a little.
"Yes, sir." You said directing your attention back to the teacher.
And he continued to give you a short lecture about paying attention and this was "your final warning". You agreed, but of course, once again you weren't listening. Which was funny because normally you paid good attention in class. But today your mind was spinning with questions, and you let it spin because, to be frank, you didn't feel like listening today. Especially now. Your mind spun in loops, excited about this new discovery.
You watched the hands on the clock closely- willing time to go faster. And now of course of all times it felt as if it was moving in slow motion. But, as soon as you heard the bell ring you jumped and looked at Jay.
He didn't look in your direction, he only began putting his books in his backpack. You pushed yourself out of your seat and placed the note from this morning on his desk in front of him, "You are the one putting these in my locker." You said matter-of-factly.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at you, no emotion evident on his face before out of nowhere he laughed a little, "Okay- Detective. What if I am?"
You knit your eyebrows, not expecting the response you got from him. You'd thought you would need to draw the confession from him and you hadn't expected you would get it so easily, "oh... Well- I don't..." You sigh and twist you lips squinting at him before you smiled a little, "Well then- I enjoy receiving your notes. They make me laugh."
He smirks a little and leans back in his chair glancing around at the classmates slowly filing out of the room, "I know. I brighten up your Mondays, and in effect, you brighten up mine. Two birds. One stone." He directed his attention back to you as he stood up and your eyes followed him as he was still looking to you, he poked you in the cheek softly and said, "you have a cute smile."
You were surprised at how warm your cheeks were now, and at the flutter you felt in your stomach, and you laughed awkwardly. Not sure what else to do. You hit a mental wall- unsure, again, of what was happening.
"Now. Should we get something to eat? or-" he looks at you, the smirk widening as he raises an eyebrow, "do you not go out with, what your friends refer to as, _bad boys_?" He said, making little quotations with his fingers at the words "bad boy".
You raised an eyebrow, a little confused at who you were seeing now. He was completely different then what you'd seen in the hallways, "So- to get this straight you are asking me out?" You said a little perplexed at the whole situation.
His smirk widened and he nodded, "Yes I am."
You laughed a little, "Well." You looked at him, your curiously about him growing and you laughed a little, "in that case then sure. Maybe we should go get some food."
He smiled, the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes, "good." He placed the little note from this morning back into your hands gently along with another note as he slipped around you.
You smile and open the second note, giving you a time and location that was labeled "FOOD" in all caps. You laughed a little while slinging your bag over your shoulder. You were finallygoing out with what everyone considered reckless, wild- a rantipole. You couldn't help the cheeky grin on your face at that thought.
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