The Bad Boy Has A Daughter episode 3 – 4

The Bad Boy Has A Daughter

By Chimdi Jane Samuel. Chapter Three.
*Anna’s point of view*
Running out of my apartment and outside the building, I made my way to school. It was 6:00am now. It was still early but considering I had to be in school early enough to finish mine and Clary’s project, the one she abandoned yesterday.
Grabbing out my phone from my bag, I decided to call her. “Hey, where are you?” I asked.
I heard some gro-ning, ruffling and finally a thud. “U..hey..” She yawned.
“Where the hell are you Clary? I’m on my way to school, please tell me you’re not still sleeping?”
“I’m sorry, I watched”The k-ssing Booth’ again” She chocked on a cough.

My anger surfaced as I scoffed.
I was outside on my own in the lonely street on my way to school. Alone!
“You better get your scwany ass to school in five minutes!” I shouted at my phone before cutting the line and scre-ming at no one in particular.
I started my walk to school, and I shivered at the cold. The air was cold and a small fog played along the walkway. I hugged myself tighter. School wasn’t too far from here. I’ll be there soon.
But I couldn’t stop the shiver of fear that went through my spine. It was still a little dark and the streets were lonely. Not a soul outside.
I walked faster, passing an alley when I heard someone talking.
Move along, Anna!
But I didn’t listen to my subconscious as I walked backwards and rested on a wall, peeping at the sound of the voice. I saw two men. One was on the floor looking beaten up, his l-ips busted, a deep gash on his head and a swollen eye. The other man was standing above him holding a gun to his head, smirking. I couldn’t see his wh0le face but the side of it
“I’m..I’m .go .going to pay you soon. Please spare my life” The man on the floor begged, almost at the point of tears.
And I felt sad. A grown up man almost old enough to be the father of the man standing above him begging? Begging for his life?
“You said three weeks, Daniel, and I gave you four weeks. I need my money now” The man standing said, with a deep, loud voice that made me almost w-t my p-nts.
What was going on?
Anna get out of here now!
No! I have to see what would happen
“I kn..know, just give me. Give me a few more days” The injured man chocked out, pleading with his eyes.
“No, Daniel. You know what happens to people who owe me and refuse to pay. Your time is up!” The man Standing said, followed by a loud bang.
I gasped loudly before covering my mouth with my hands. Oh GOD!!..
He killed him! Oh my God!!!
The man’s body went limp and his neck hung lifelessly. The man standing placed his gun behind me and turned towards me.
I ducked back in fear, and heard footsteps coming towards me..
Oh my God! He was coming here!
I started to walk away quietly so he wouldn’t hear then saw a bin and ducked behind it .
The footsteps increased and I silently prayed for the killer not to see me..
See what Clary has caused if she had done this project I wouldn’t be out here hiding from a killer.

A real killer. I though all these existed in movies.
The footsteps stopped beside the bin and I dared to take a look through the broken sides.

Standing beside the bin with black hair tossed backwards, a little pang of it covering his forehead. Pointed nose, small l-ips a little dark from smoking. Latge muscles covered in tattoos. He was putting on a sleeveless top and a black jeans. The gun peeking out of his pockets.
Was the one and only Drew Goodman.
You’ll all be wondering if Drew was good. But no! He was far from it. He was the worst nightmare of everyone in this town. He was the ruler of the biggest and deadliest gang here The Snakes and Ladders. They were famous for their drug dealing, pr-stitution, kidnapping and even killings. Their famous tattoo was a drawing of a red snake on a black ladder. That was their logo.
The police were even scared of them, not wanting to step on their territory, they pretended as if nothing bad ever happened. And even if you called them that your place was getting robbed, they didn’t answer claiming that their line was bad. But everyone knew they were just scared cats.
And their leader Drew, was Standing right here! Beside me!
I saw him pick out a cigarette from his pockets, lit it and placed it between his teeth. Then continued walking.
Phew!
After waiting for a few more minutes to make sure he was gone, I stepped out of the bin and ran as far as my legs could carry me back home. I didn’t want to encounter any more gang members.
I valued my life too much. I locked my door, checked if I loved it, opened it and locked it again.
My legs shook, my heart raced and I breathed very quickly. I saw Drew! I saw him kill someone! I swear someone die! The man was begging, he was in pains and Drew killed him without blinking an eye! That was the first time i ever saw someone die and I never wanted to see it agsin!. It was terrifying. Oh God! I was freaking out.
And the worst part was that Drew almost saw me. What if he did? No doubt he would have killed me considering I was a witness to his crime. The thought of him putting a gun to my head sent cold ice rushing through my spine.
I was never ever going to school that early again!
No matter what! I thought before falling to the ground, fainting.
Hey guys. So chapter three is here and we’ve all been introduced to another character Drew. What does he have to do with this story? And poor Anna she met him and witnessed one of his many killings. And she was so scared she fainted when she got home. And Noah we still haven’t heard from him and the school he was transferred to.

Chapter Four.
*Anna’s point of view*

I ran quickly to school, I was late already, so much for waking up early to finish my project.
After waking up from my faint, I found out it was almost seven and I had to be in class by seven. So I ran.
At least now people were outside and the streets were busy. Shops were opened. People were hurrying to work.

After my encounter this morning, which still made me shiver in fear, I made a mental note to never leave the house by early morning.

My head ached badly as a result of my fall and I stopped to catch my breath. My phone rang again for the sixth time. It was Clary, I couldn’t even find it in my to pick up the call cos I had nothing to tell her. She was going to skin me alive.

I continued running and after about two minutes, I saw my school.
West High School. It was the best school in our town, with very disciplined teachers who took nonsense. Most students from various schools nearby were transferred here, especially if they had behavioral problems.
Our school was like the hospital for bad, naughty students.
The parking lot was filled with teenagers, everybody in their respective groups. Typical High School.
The football team, they were the prince charming of your school, handsome guys with cute smiles, girls fawned over them. Mostly following then everywhere begging for attention.
The cheerleaders, standing beside them, trying to get I to their conversation. Gwen and her minions leading the group. With their short skirts and tight top. They had full make up on, no doubt they spent hours in front of the mirror perfecting their hair. I stayed clear from them, they could be really mean.
The next group in the rank. The Bad guys. This group weren’t bad in school of course. But outside, they got into fights, drank and even went out with the guys and girls from other indisciplined school. Everyone stayed clear from them. I mean except you wanted to die early. But they were cute though.
The next group. The emos. These ones were Known for third favorite color. Black. Black shoes, clothes, hair even all their make up was black. They were the meanies. They payed absolutely no attention to anyone else. They had no friends apart from their emo clique. They were scary.

Next was the Nerds. The group I belonged to. There was only one word that could describe us. Bookworm. We we’re the one that payed attention during classes, did homeworks, tutor students and had good grades. Most students didn’t even like us because we were the good ones in the school. I loved my group.
The last on the rank was the loners. These ones moved alone. A one man gang. They had no friends. They ate alone. Did homeworks alone. It was just a one man group. They were also usually prone to bullys. I felt sorry for them. They were as quiet as a graveyard, you’ll never know when one is standing beside you. Weird.

I found my group and walked over to them. Clary was standing beside her locker arguing with Tom another nerd. Sometimes we did projects together.
“I told you, it wasn’t my fault. Gwen and her minions scattered their make up all over my desk!” She shouted, glaring at Tom.
“You should have removed it” He argued back.
“Yea, and get a good beating from their boyfriends, the last thing I need is for those guys slamming my head on my locker. Thanks” she smiled, slamming her locker shut and turning to face me..
“What the hell An, I got here few minutes ago and didn’t see you, I thought you came early”
“I know. I had the most horrible morning ever. Something happened”. I glanced at Tom.
“I gotta go now, see you in class” He walked away. I rested on the locker, very tired from my run.
“What happened? Is it bad?”
“I saw Dr—” I was cut off with a loud voice.
“There’s a new hot guy in our school!” A girl shouted, immediately, everyone Scrabbled off to the front of the school wanting to see the guy..

Some pushed me and Clary. As usual Clary dragged me over to the small crowd to see the cute hot guy. Not that I cared.
“Oh God! When last did a cute guy come here, I gotta see him. Come on!”
By now a large crowd was already formed. With students mouth opened wide.
“Oh my God! He’s like an angel”
“He’s drop dead gorgeous”
“I need his phone number”
“I think I’m going to faint”
I heard some girls say, eyes opened in awe. I squeezed my way to the front of the group, with Clary dragging me. This girl and guys.
After making it to the front of the group, I tripped, falling flat on my face.
Ouch.

What a good introduction Anna.
I opened my eyes to see black boots. The boots of the new student. A black trousers covered part of it and I looked up.
It was the last face I expected to see.
Bandages covered his forehead, that straight nose, and those l-ips I accidentally k-ssed. He was putting on a black leather jacket, a white top..
And he had that stupid arrogant smirk on his face as he stared down at me.
Noah Bricks.

What the hell was he doing here?
“Hey k-ssy” He greeted. “Do you wanna k-ss my shoe too?” He smirked.
Rude. I got up quickly, taking a good look around. Everyone was silent with jaws touching the ground.
“Uhm…so..sorry. I wasn’t paying attention” I said, not making eye contact with him..
What was Noah doing here? Oh my God! Would he tell anyone about the k-ss we shared?
How come did I fall? I was watching my footsteps!
“What are you doing here?” I asked when he didn’t say anything. The way he was staring at me was creepy.
“I was transferred here” Was his Curt reply. “I’ll see you around k-ssy” He patted my back before stepping into the school. Everyone giving him space to pass.

What the hell just happened?
k-ssy? That wasn’t my name!
“What the f-ck An!” Clary grabbed me. “Do you know him?” She asked, dragging me away from everyone’s eyes.
“Yes. I helped him yesterday”
Hey guys. Ok so Noah has been transferred here to Anna’s school, cliche right? We’ll be seeing more of him here, and everyone is already fawning over him. And she has a new nickname now. k-ssy.

Stay tuned for the next chapter.