The Hot Nerd vs The Bad Boy // in editing

Chapter 1

"Wake up honey, you're gonna be late for school", my mom said while pulling my comfortable fluffy blankets off of me.

"Good Morning Mom", I yawned, stretching out my stiff back . She grinned "Mornin sweetheart. Go get dressed, you don't wanna be late for your first day of school", she warned, as she went downstairs.

I take my phone from the small table beside my bed to check the time. Holy shit. It's 6:10 AM I was suppose to wake up at 6. Thanks a lot brain for stressing me and keeping me awake at night.
I jumped quickly from my bed. This was my first time in an American school and it was my senior year. Great I know. We moved in here in the summer break of my sophomore year. My dad was an American and my mom was Bangladeshi and an American. You know romance all that jazz. Anyways I was born in California Los Angeles so I'm American and Bangladeshi. I got an American nationality and a Bangladeshi one too. When I was 2 we settle from America to Saudi Arabia. Life in there it wasn't like America it was totally different. Its more protective and boring. There girls can't go clubbing that was a restriction there. There you do have girls night in more than out. I know boring. But now this is my chance to have fun and enjoy being a normal teenager. Yay.
So I had a long relaxing hot shower and then dried my hair. Looking at the mirror, I was half Bangladeshi so I got long thick straight black Indian hair. My hair was until my butt. And I had soft natural tanned skin. I got huge boring black eyes. I always wished my eyes were ocean blue just like my daddy's which I love a lot it's so mesmerising. I have full natural red lips. I was tall like my mom. I was 5'9" ft I have this model long legs which I seriously don't care about. Yes, I got that blessed chest and a booty. I was curvy and thin. I was curvier than my mom. I know my mom was an hotty and I got those genes from her. That's why my dad married her. I got it from my momma.
I decided to wear a tight vampy red casual red tee with black leopard prints in it and my favorite motorcycle leather jacket which I love. And wear a skinny-ripped jeans with my black studded converse hidden wedges. It was the first day of school how can I not impress those cute hot boys. So I apply just a little makeup not too heavy. To keep it simple, I did just a winged lines for my eyes no shadows and mascara to add drama in my eyes. I wear a vampy red color lip gloss with some blush in my cheeks. For my hair, I straightened up to show of my side bangs. As you can see I'm an edgey girl. I was bad girl style. I wasn't girly nor tomboy but sometimes girly. My mom was the opposite she is totally girly girl girl. My mom would buy mini skirts, crop tops, and short girly dresses which I would wear sometimes. In back in Saudi Arabia, I would be always in the popular group but not meanie ones in the movies. I treated everyone as my besties. If there was meanie who thought they are the queen and started bullying nerds. Girl, you are in the wrong school not in my way bitch. I would threatened them.Yes, I was the badass girl in school. But in America who knows. Anything could happen now that excites me.
After dressing up, I went downstairs and saw everyone is having bacon and eggs. Mom was frying pancakes. Dad was gone to work an hour ago. We was rich. We used to live in a huge mansion. My father was a buisness man and a politician in Bangladesh. My mom was was a teacher but not anymore she quit when my twin sisters were born. I said grinning at my sisters, " Mornin princesses." While they are having breakfast. They growled, "Stop calling that." Jess said. "Seriously we are 15 and it's lame we are not kids anymore." Becky said angrily. I said sarcastically " You still are the kids of the house." My mom joined, " Yeah Jasmine is right. Jessica and Rebecca is still the the kids of the house." I high fived my mom while laughing. Becky said annoyed, " Why u guys always as a team? Ugh u guys are so annoying." We laughed again. My sister were identical twins and they look totally American. They have pale skin, ocean blue eyes, and dirty blond hair same as my daddy. They were more attractive than me. I was kinda jealous. While I'm the opposite, I'm totally like my mother. She had black eyes, long Indian hair, and tanned skin. I heard a car honk outside. It must be my childhood American best friend Ryan Anderson. We were family friends since we are 1 and still now. They used to visit us sometimes in Saudi Arabia. The last time I saw him when we were 14. I used to miss him so much when I needed him. Me and Ryan will be in the same school which is good. My parents told me yesterday. Which is good I will not be lonely and I will have his company. I wonder how he looks now. The last time when I saw him he was an cute adorable tall nerd guy with cute nerd glasses and messy brown hair with beautiful bluest eyes I have ever seen. He was really adorable. I grinned and said to my mom, "Mommy seems like I gotta skip breakfast today. Bye mom. Ryan is here." and kissed her in the cheek before she said any word I took my bag and headed outside. I saw a black shinny car and it was Ferrari 458 it looks new. Ryan's family were rich too. His father is my daddy's buisness partner. And saw someone standing leaning the side of the car to keep balance of course it is Ryan. Oh my god.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
That's not the Ryan I know.........

A/N
Hey guys. I'm Tori. This is my first story and I'm new in wattpad. So sorry if it's short but I promise it will get more better. So plz do comment plz I wanna know what do u think so I can continue the story. Plz vote/comment. Plz comment what do u think about the story.