The Bad Boy He Never Was

Chapter 1 Careless Student 64

" Your gonna be late!" I heard my mother yelling up the stairs to me as I took one last look in the

mirror. Nope! I thought as I inspected myself. Still plain old Alice. My long dark hair was pin straight and just barely reached mid back. I had use a small amount of makeup to highlight the features that I barely had. My bright green eyes stuck out because of my fair skin. I tried to keep my outfit simple to prevent the rest of sticking out of the crowd and I- "Alice hurry up! I refuse to have my child be late of the first day at her new school!" Yes that was my perfectionist of a mother. Can't you tell how loving and kind she? She was top criminal lawyer from Harvard with that job not only did it make tons of money but also consumes most of her free time with paperwork and business trips. Lucky huh?

I jumped at the sound of her voice and quickly grabbed my bag not wanting to upset my mother and experience her rath. She always had a way to turn thing around and use the law against me. I could hear her now; you know if you miss enough days of school you will have to go to a meeting that will only allow you to miss a certain amount of day and if you miss to many agin social services will take you away and do you want that? At this thought I yell back to her, " Coming mother!" I scurried down the stairs to find an apple and a bowl of oatmeal waiting for me, ick! When my mother left the kitchen ( not after telling me to behave myself at school.) I dumped the oatmeal and threw the apple in my bag. Taking out the keys for my car, I was off to school.

The drive was silent, the whole way I was worrying. No not about fitting in, I was already aware that I wouldn't. I knew that I would get blasted about my clothes, and shoes, and well anything about me. This would just be the same as my old school. The only differences was new jocks new bitches and sluts and the people don't know about my dad.

Pulled up to my new school not so ready to start the day.

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The office was a cold blue colour. A warm breeze was circulating from a near open window well a flat red carpet shifted beneath my feet, " how can i help you?" I jumped at the cheery voice. I looked up to see a small blonde lady who's hair was pulled in to a tight french twist. Her pearly teeth smiled widely at me, the only thing I could do was smile back. All my words were lost. She only waited a couple seconds before asking me again, " can I help you? " she said it more clearly this time but just as cheery, and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Oh," I shook my head trying to clear it, "yeah uh I- I need my schedule. I'm new here. It's um yeah it's my first day." Oh god! The lady looked unsure at me then walked over to a filing cabinet well asking for my full name. Once I told her she quickly had me off, almost as if she wanted to get rid of me? Hmm wouldn't doubt it. If only I cared.

Hmm "64 where is locker 64?" I was talking to myself but I still heard a low voice answer me.

" It's just right over there sweetie, " I looked up to see a extremely attracted boy who looked around my age pointing down the hallway towards a water fountain He was wearing a navy t-shirt that clung to his stomach muscles, his dark hair matched his dark eyes, he had the perfect skin tone an- I stopped in mid thought. Did he just call me sweetie?!

" Thanks," I said flatly so that he would catch on that a was unimpressed.

"Welcome babe." He purred as I walked away.

I snapped my head around " I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that." It came out more bitter then I had expected it to. Also I was surprised at this sudden confidence, I mean usually I would have just ignored the person.