➳Chapter 4➳

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"I always street race." I pat his cheeks, as his honey coloured eyes bored into my crystal blue ones. "Be at my house with a caramel latte from Starbucks at 6:30" I smirked as he groaned.

"See you later." I winked at him and walked back into my car. My brother would get a ride from someone. So, I drove home, to rest from the exhausting day that I had.

Bella's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring out 5 Seconds Of Summer 'Heartbreak Girl'

I dragged myself to the bathroom, doing my usual routine. I rushed out of the bathroom. It's only Tuesday. Ugh! For God's sake!

I walked into my closet deciding that today I really couldn't be bothered. I wore a simple outfit, which consisted of black tank top (it had some writing on it) , checkered flannel, black ripped skinny jeans and black Dr. Martins. My hair was plaited into a side plait with some of strands of hair framing my face. I wore light makeup that consisted of; red lipgloss, mascara and black eyeliner, which made my blue eyes pop.

I grabbed my phone and black Dr. Beats headphones and walked out of the room. As I neared the kitchen I could hear loud laughing coming from behind the white door.

I casually opened the door, to see Dylan sitting on a stool, looming over some breakfast. His head was thrown back, as he let out loud laughs. He wore black ripped skinny jeans and a black shirt, that went well with his leather jacket. I turned to look at my brother, who was laughing, whilst my mom let out light laughs. She smiled happily as she saw me. It hit me suddenly, that Dylan moved in yesterday. Oh God!

"Good morning." I said my sentence short.

"Here's your latte." Dyaln handed me the

"Thanks." I said shortly sipping, my latte.

"Don't be rude Bella." My mom playfully scolded me.

"Yeh, don't be rude sis." Luke laughed.

"Morning to you too." I grumbled to me.

"Why so down?" Mom asked.

"It's Tuesday!" I exclaimed. "Plus it's school."

"We're going to be late babe." Dylan butted in, standing up and wrapping an arm around my waist. My mom awwed at his pet name for me and his gesture. Luke was already waiting next to the door.

"Don't call me babe." I muttered moving, my self out of his grip.

"What ever you say babe." He whispered in my ear before, walking off to Luke.

"I'm calling the principle today to ask if you would be able to start your detentions tomorrow." My mom said. "And please be home straight after school finshes." I nodded in response and walked to the boys, quickly throwing my empty cup in the bin. As I neared the door, I saw that Luke wasn't next to Dyaln anymore.

"Where's Luke?" I asked.

"He said he was going to be late for something. So, he rushed off." Dylan explained.

"And your still here because....?" I asked trying not to be a bitch.

"Can't a boy give a girl a ride?" He smirked, playfully.

"Well yes but, not a Bad Boy like you. It's weird!" I smirked. I tried to look for my keys on counter. I couldn't find them. My smirk turned into a frown.

"Can't find your keys?" Dylan asked, a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised.

"No! Do you have them?"

"No"

"Oh..."

"Ride with me?" He offered. I sighed and nodded.

We both walked out of the door and to his Audi R8. Dylan unlocked the car and walked ahead of me towards the passenger seat. I stared in confusion as he opened it and stared at me expectedly. I walked towards the car slipping into the seat, whilst saying thank you to him. He shut the door and walked to his side. He quickly slipped into the seat and shut the door. As he put the keys in, the car roared to life. He sped of quickly down the road.

I stared at him. Why would he offer me a ride? Why would he open the door? Is he a gentelman at heart? Is this Bad Boy reputation a cover up for something? I stared at his perfectly tanned face. His eyebrows scrunched up as he concentrated on the road. His pink lips tugged into a small smile as he turned to me. I quickly turned away. He caught me staring at him!

"I know you were staring." He said. I could hear the smirk through his voice.

"I wasn't" I turned to him. He had one hand on the wheel and the other was clasped around mine. I hadn't even noticed that we were holding hand until now. Why do I never notice anything!?

"Don't lie to me babe." His thumb stroked my hand. This simple gesture sent shivers down my spine. I felt a funny feeling in my tummy. No, it's not my period and thank God it isn't! The funny feeling felt nice. It felt like butterflies. It also felt like a parade of stoping animals.

"I'm not lying. I was just thinking." I said.

He laughed. "Thinking about me?"

"Maybe." I said sheepishly.

He laughed out loud. "Wow! Never would have thought that." He teased me.

"Stop being mean." I pouted.

"Aw babe I didn't know that was mean. I'm sorry." He smiled. An actual, genuine smile. Not a smirk. Wow!

"You smiled and said sorry." I giggled as I teased him back.

"Only for you." He said, which left me confused.

We pulled up to the school and he parked in his normal space. He killed the engine as he took his keys out. Before, I could open the door, it was opened for me. There stood Dylan. I walked out and smiled at him, whilst saying thanks to him. Whispers erupted throughout the crowd as me and Dylan walked side by side to the school.

People stared as we walked by them. Girls glared at me (the usual). Boys stared shocked at both of us. I walked to my locker as the bell rang signalling, it was time to go to class. I opened my locker getting my stuff before someone slammed it shut. Leaning against, my locker stood Dylan with his trademark smirk set upon his lips.

"What do you want?"

"To walk with you to class. We're both late anyway. Mrs. Bell won't mind anyway. She's so old. She doesn't even care." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine." We both walked to art, silently. It was a comfortable silence though.

We reached the art room. Letting Dylan do the honours of slamming the door open. As you proberly guessed he slammed the door open. The class was silent and in front of them stood an annoyed 23 year old man. He had black hair styled into a quiff. He had plae skin with a sharp jaw line and brown eyes. What happened to Mrs. Bell? Why is there a hot man here?

"Who the fuck are you?" I questioned. I quickly shut my mouth as I noticed I swore in front if the teacher. No detentions. I told myself. I realised that Dylan was sitting at the back of the class next to my seat staring at me amused.

"A simple I'm sorry I'm late sir would have been nice." His British accent seeping through as he spoke sarcastically.

"I'm sorry for being late sir." I waved my hand dismissively at him and raised a eyebrow, "Who are you?"

"Well, assuming you are the troublesome miss Smith?" I nodded in apprehension. I wasn't that much trouble. "I'm Mr Jones." He replied simply.

Jones.... I've head that before. Realisation hit me. "Jones?"

"Yes." He said slightly irritated.

"Are you the father or brother of someone called Alex Jones?" I questioned.

"It's none of your business Ms. Smith." He smirked. Some of the class laughed at his response.

"Answer the question." I said, my voice clipped.

"Older brother." He sighed, annoyed at me.

I grabbed my phone, quickly pressing Alex's number. "Ms. Smith you're not allowed your phone out right now."

I put my hand up to sa shut up. "It's Bella."

After a few rings she answered. I walked to the back of the class and sat next to Dylan. Since he sat next to my original seat. Mr. Jones sighed and resumed his lesson.

"You fucking bitch." I started.

"What have I done!" She yelled playfully at me.

"You didn't fucking tell me that you had a hot brother?!" I whisper-yelled. "He teaches art in this school too."

"I told you I had a brother but, I didn't know he taught at this school."

"You told me?"

"Yeh." She sighed. "You never listened did you?"

"I did but, I think I forgot."

"Okay I have to go now. Love you!"

"Okay. Love you sister!" I put my phone in my pocket. It turned to Dylan, who was painting.

"Passt." I poked him.

"What?" He stopped painting.

"What are we supposed to do?" I aksed.

"We can do anything but, it has to show feelings and emotion." I nodded replying with a thanks.

I grabbed my sketchbook and my pencil. I blocked everything out and thought about what I was going to draw. I swiftly sketched and drew on the paper. I rubbed out and shaded. All with penicl. I stared and admired my finished master piece. A drawing if a girl who covered her eyes and held up the middle finger.

"Wow that's....-" I jumped back at the sudden surprise, as someone leaned over my shoulder and said.

"Explicit. I know." I finshed the sentence turning to the voice. The voice belonged to the one and only Dylan.

"I was going to say amazing but, that works too." He smirked.

"What have you painted?" I asked.

He turned the canvas towards me. It was a girl leaning against a red car. I stared at the art work more. It's me! It was me from yesterday. He was good. He got everything right. "I'm guessing by your face that you know who this is?" He smirked.

"You painted me?"

"No shit."

"I don't know what to say.... It's fucking beautiful!" I nearly shouted.

"Princesses don't swear." He gave me a 1000 watt smile.

"I'm not a princess." I replied, smiling.

"That's not what I think." He said under his breath. I don't think I was supposed to hear that.

The bell rang, thought out the school.

I grabbed my things and pushed through the crowd to get to the gym. I walked into the changing rooms silently. I heard snickers from the populars. Oh, so normal. "What do you want?" I turned to the queen bitch. She still had her scars and bandages around her face. I snickered at seeing her face. She didn't answer instead she walked out with her wannabes following her.

I quickly got changed into my Nike Pro shorts and Nike sports bra. I threw on my brothers Nike hoodie that I had stole of him. I'm sorry but, hands down I love wearing hoodies that boys have worn. I quickly laced up my shoes and walked outside.

People were lined up on the track. There was an empty lane next to the queen bitch. I'm surprised she's actually playing sports. I mean I thought she would sit out due to her injury.

Anyway, I walked over to the lane that was free. "Bella you're late!" The P.E teacher, Ms. Jolie, shouted from the bleachers sections. We had two teachers. One was a woman and one was a man. Mr. Anderson and Ms. Jolie. They were both 27 and unmarried. I swear there is something between them. "I'm always late." I shouted back earning a few laughs from my classmates.

"First we're going to run 3 laps!" Yelled coach Anderson. Groans and whines came from my fellow classmates mouths. I stood their happily. I actually loved sport. It was something that I enjoyed.

"Okay, we'll make that 5 laps!" He yelled once again. My classmates groaned and positioned themselves in their starting postion. I did the same. I heard the whistle blow. I sped down the track losing everyone else as I ran. All of my classmates were behind me. Some had stopped, some had kept going. Two laps I had done already. Two laps. I need three more now. I turned my head sideways to see the queen bitch a few paces behind me. I groaned inwardly.

I sped up once again losing her behind me. I had completed 4 laps in the time being. 'Last lap' I said to myslef. I pushed myself over the finishing line and quickly jogged over to my water bottle and chugged the water down. I felt really hot so, I slipped my hoodie off giving, boys the perfect image of my stomach. I heard a few wolf whistles. I felt someone slap my ass. I quickly swivelled on the heel of my shoe and stared angrily at the boy, who had slapped my ass.

"I'll treat you like my homework. I'll slam you on the table and do you all night long." He smirked. This boy had brown hair that was perfectly styled into a quiff. He had brown eyes and baby pink lips with a sharp jawline. He wore some running shorts and a sport shirt.

"You have no idea how many times I've heard that." I remarked. "Got anything else?"

"Your pretty challenging. I'm guessing you'd top in bed?" He thought out loud.

"You know... You're pretty gross and disgusting. I mean if you looked in the dictionary and looked for the word pedophile. You would be right under there." I said disgusted. I heard a series of 'burns' around us.

"You know you like me babe." A smirk still evident on his face.

"Back off dude. That's my girlfriend." I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head a little to see a sweaty looking Dylan.

"Oh sorry man. You've got some hot girl on you." He winked at me. I glared at him in response.

"I prefer the term beautiful." Dyaln said nudging his nose into my neck. I smiled placed itself on my lips at the gesture. Some people awwed at this. The guy from before had left. Proberly ashamed at himself. People started leaving for break.

Dylan let go after a few moments. "Thank you." I turned my body to face him.

"No problem." He said before walking away. He left me dumbfounded on the spot. I quickly retreated my self to the changing rooms and quickly changed.

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