The Bad Boy He Never Was

Chapter 2 Why Don't You Want Me Bambi?

Sorry about the last one guys, my editor decided to take a vacation right when I needed him! =( I hope all is forgiven after this next chapter!

"Ring!!!"

"Slam!!!"

"Crunch!!!"

Once I heard the crunch I felt my alarm clock crumble beneath the palm of my hand. I frowned and looked up, I had killed my alarm clock. Hmm, oh well! It was a good for nothing piece of crap anyway. I mean if I can break it somebody has some serious fragile issues! I giggled to my self, I know I'm weird but don't worry I do my best to keep it my little secret.

I looked in the mirror, studying my features trying to fined something special about me that no other girl has. Who am I kidding! Those girls just buy everything. If they want bright green eyes like me they get coloured contacts, they want my long eyelashes they go buy fake ones. There's no way I can win. Not that I want to, but sometimes it would be nice to stick out of the crowd of sluts once in a while. Oh get over yourself Alice! It's time to go to that. Hell hole they call school.

I had only there once and I already hated it. The sluts would glare at anything I did, most of the boys were players and oh lucky me, I'm the new girl lets see who can get into my pants first! God those boys are idiots! If they think I'm going anywhere near a bed with them they are strongly mistaken. Oh and not to mention my only somewhat friend just so happens to be preppy talks a lot Rebecca. Great now I'm in a bad mood. When I'm angry is when I have my most confidence. I refuse to let anyone walk all over me like I allow them too ninety percent of the time.

The walk to my car was brutal. All the way through the house I was slamming shit around. Knocking things over well I grabbed my keys. Probably caused a shelf to cave in when I slammed the door to the fridge closed after grabbing a bottle of water. During the ride to school I had angry music blasting through the speakers well I clutched the stealing wheel with a death grip. The song I was listening to screamed fuck , sounds about right. And right at that moment, when I started to become at peace with myself I had to pull up to the school and I filled with rage all over again.

I locked the doors to my car and put my head phones in. A Hollywood Undead song was thumping though the little speakers.;

I loved you, you made me, you hate me.

You gave me hate see?

It saved me and these tears are deadly.

You feel that?

I rip that, every time you try to steal that

You feel bad?

You feel sad?

I'm sorry hell no fuck that!

It was my hear, it wa-

"Watcha listening to?" A low voice cut into my moment of peace by taking one of his large hands and pulling out my left headphone then whispering into my ear. The question he asked wasn't real , my music was on full volume. The whole school could probably hear. I looked to reveal the identity of the criminal who stole my bliss. It was the same guy who told me where my locker was and who checked me out after school.. Now the bastards stealing my headphone. I tried to ignore him.

Since I didn't reply he took it upon himself to listen to the music with me. " isn't this a little dark for you Bambi?"

"Bambi?" I asked turning off my music and turning to him.

"Your new official nickname! Suits you doesn't it?" He looked proud of himself.

"How does Bambi suit me?" I truly didn't, I'm not that young, I'm not an animal, my mother wasn't shot by a hunter.