Bad news

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I'm bad, bad, bad, bad news (bad news)
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
I arrived home swiftly and thanked the driver on my way out of the car. I arrived back at my house and entered while both my parents stare at me in shock.
"What happened?" I question examining their faces.
"You were with Johnny, you know the millionaire," my dad states proudly.
"I did not know that," I mumble, a part of me upset because he didn't tell me.
"Why are you sad?" My mom inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not!" I confirm with a smile.
I twist around to walk up the stairs while my parents are whispering to each other about me and Johnny I'm guessing. It only excited them because he was millionaire from a business and my dad is a businessman so this sort of stuff excites him. My mom just supported my dad's dream and was kind of like a cheerleader.
I go to lay my bed with the feeling of no excitement seeing Johnny tomorrow. He was really mad at me. This is why I shouldn't get involved with guys, it always ends up bad. Well at least he knows my story, so I guess he knows I'm trouble. I just pull the sheets over my head while my eyes flutter shut.

My alarm was going off and I really did not want to wake up today yet for some reason It wasn't cause of you, Josh , it was cause of Johnny. He was really pissed at me like I've never seen someone that mad. I rolled out of bed using all my energy and got ready for school. I wore some leggings and a NASA top with a varsity jacket over it. Quickly slipped on some nike shoes. I grabbed a banana and started riding my fire skateboard to school.

I got to school to see Johnny waiting for me. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me to the janitors closet. How typical.
"Why are you bringing me in here?" I glare at him trying to read his neutral expression.
"Do not tell anyone what I told you last night," he demanded avoiding eye contact.
"Only if you keep my secrets," I say gawking at him.
"Ok," and he turns to walk off. This time I twist his arms to face me and for a minute he glanced at me before looking away.
"Your not mad at me right?" I whisper as if anyone could hear us when we are locked in a closet. He just stares at the floor before walking out without saying a word. Really? He's that hurt over me telling him to talk to his dad? Maybe I should talk to his mom about it. Or is that a bad idea? Am I just going to make it worse like usual? Oh well as Corey La barrie would say.

A/n: If you guys don't know Corey, he died on his birthday because a stupid drunk guy drove and got him into a car accident. Well he didn't deserve it and he will not be forgotten. This all happened on may 10th. A famous quote of his was d(not word for word) dont live your life full of what if's, live it full of oh wells.