Surviving the Bad Boy

Chapter One

A/N: If you people do end up reading this you better leave a comment or I'll sick my boi Rick Ross and his goons on you

The sun beamed through my window onto my face waking me up from my slumber at exactly 6:02 am. I blinked my big bright dark hazel light blue with tiny flecks of pink orbs into focus until I could see my cracked white ceiling clearly. I stared up at it, deciding whether getting up was worth it or if smothering myself with the pillow next to me would be a better option. With a hefty sigh, I eventually forced myself out of bed to stand at my full height of 2 feet 19 inches, stretching a bit before putting my dark wavy 4c blonde hair into a loose ponytail. It was pretty messy but I didn't care.

I didn't bother to shower before slipping on my MCR tee, black ripped jeans, and my trusty ol' beat-up converse that look like they've been dragged through the trenches of hell. I'm not usually a dirty assed bitch it's just that the guy who sold us this place forgot to mention that the resident rats clogged the drain so the shower has been out of order since last summer. He also failed to mention that there is not a single door in this entire house.

"Where is that darn phone?" I swore under my breath as I looked around my broom closet bedroom searching for my Nokia blackberry. I caught a quick glimpse of my buddy Squirt, one of the several roaches festering underneath my milk crate bed with a potato sack comforter on top to keep me warm during the chilly nights of the Alabama winters. It wasn't always like this. Things are very different since we moved here but it's all we've got now.

I greeted Squirt with our bestie handshake as per usual before he scurried back across the crumbling walls of my room, right back under the bed. I finally found my Nokia flip twist blackberry hiding in the folds of my potato sack. I grabbed it before heading through the dusty curtains that separated my room from the living room.

Standing in the kitchen was my older brother, Kim Seokjin, his keys in one hand and his jacket in the other. He looked impatient while he waited for me to pack my things for school. I let out a gasp as he wrangled me out of the kitchen before I could even try to fix the cupboard door after it fell off when I was trying to open it to get breakfast.

"I wanted to eat something before we left!" I argued and fought his grip to no avail.

"I didn't ask," he retorted before he yanked me out the door and into his clapped car. He attempted to start the engine a couple times and after a lot of sputtering it finally started up.

For the whole ride there he explained his 'rules' to me...

Rule #1: Don't talk to him or look at him or even breathe to him. He doesn't want anyone to even suspect we are related in any way

Rule #2: Find my own way home from school every day cause he doesn't want to get my flees in his car, "Samantha", again

Rule #3: Make sure I get my raggedy ass to work so we can pay our five-fiddy dollar rent on time and don't get evicted

I agreed to all of them, I didn't really have a choice, and we soon pulled into the school's parking lot. I was surprised he didn't throw my ass out on the curb as to not be seen getting out of the same car. The banner above the high school's large double doors read 'River East Side Ridgeback High' and under it a blobfish mascot with the slogan 'Just Keep Swimming'. Scoffing at their creativity, I adjusted my bookbag and made my way into the building.

I slipped my earphones in and put my iPod nano on shuffle. I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! at the Disco? Nice, I thought to myself. I bet no one here even knows good music like this.

Observing the halls, it's just as I had expected, everyone here was fake. The prissy stuck-up blond bimbos who cake their faces to mask their ugly insecurities; the seggsy jocks with zero brain cells; the nerds who get their lunch money stolen and the only time they'll ever see a girl naked is in their tentacle hentai. I know exactly what I'm in for- this may be a new school but nothing's new about the people here. But I have a plan that's never failed me: lay low and mind my business.

However, my plan of keeping my head down backfired when I wasn't looking where I was going and slammed into a hard wall. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed when my ass hit the ground. I looked up to see I had walked into an actual wall. I fixed my crooked glasses back straight and pushed them up to sit properly on the bridge of my nose. It sucks being legally blind farsighted and myopic.

I picked myself up from the floor with a groan and walked to my locker, my head hung low in embarrassment. I took like 3 steps before I smacked into another wall but this time it felt more like juicy tiddies. From above my floored body, I heard a deep seggsy, and agitated voice, "You slut whore freak". I looked up at the wall boy in awe trying to process what was happening. "Watch where you're fucking going," he growled at me.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry," I tried to stutter out my apology but I couldn't focus with this hunk of a man in front of me. He stood at least at 8 foot 3 and towered over me. His beautiful black orbs followed my body as I got up. I might have a few concussions. His two mighty foine friends were sniggering behind him as they watched the whole ordeal go down. They were dressed similarly to him: leather jackets, the most suffocating black skinny jeans I'd ever seen, and a bunch of expensive accessories. The main difference was that the wall guy had a seg-z eyebrow piercing that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.

He looked me up and down and his piercing stare had me shivering in my 3 dollar boots. "What's your name, snookums?" he questioned and I was too taken aback by his beauty to answer right away. Was that a slight British accent I heard? My failure to answer must've upset him and he flung my whole body into the lockers behind me like a ragdoll. He pinned me against them and got so close that I could feel his minty dog breath against my lips. "I asked you a simple question and I expect you to answer it you twat," he barked into my ear sending shivers down my skinny scoliosis-ridden spine. 

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y/N," I whispered out. He seemed displeased and ordered me to speak up. "K-K-Kim Y/N," I repeated, this time loud enough for even his friends to hear. I saw a flash of emotion across his perfectly sculpted face but before I could register what it was, his previous stoic expression was back. Muscled wall man held me there a few seconds longer before releasing me and walked off with his friends trailing behind him without another word.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Wtf just happened?!  I held my chest, my heart was palpitating too fast. Who was that guy... I gathered my things from the dirty unmopped tile and made my way to the first class on my schedule.

Maybe this school is different after all...