The Bad Boy Is Crazy. No cliché.

Chapter 1

"Hi!" I jumped and shut my locker from the excited voice beside me. I stared at the small blonde for a moment, wondering how someone could be that excited. I let out a breath but then smiled.

"hi." I breathed and, if it was possible, she smiled even more.

"I'm Amelia." She introduced. I was about to reply with my name but she beat me to it. "You're Haylie. I know." She rolled her eyes but still kept her smile.

"How did you..." I trailed off confused but she just giggled.

"You're the new girl silly!" she waved her hand like it was obvious. "Everyone's talking about you." I sighed and looked down the corridor to see groups of teenagers huddled together and looking in my direction.

"Perfect." I said sarcastically as I pushed the hair behind my ears.

"It's not a bad thing." She quickly said shaking her head. "Like nobodies saying anything bad." She clarified. "In fact it's the opposite." I frowned confused. "Everyone's talking about the hot new British girl." My eyes widened at her bluntness. "Come sit with me at lunch and we can talk more." I didn't get a chance to reply before she had grabbed my wrist and started to pull me along.

"I can just follow you." I said trying to be polite. "You don't need to drag me." Amelia just giggled and continued to drag me. I rolled my eyes but let it happen. At least I had someone to sit with at lunch. Unlike how I had planned to take my sandwich to one of the outside tables and eat alone.

When we got to the cafeteria Amelia pulled me to a table full of people. There were people sitting on each other's laps, on the table and standing around. "Guys!" the entire group stopped talking and looked to us. "This is the new girl. Haylie." I pushed the fallen hair behind my ear again and managed a smile at all the faces. "Haylie these are my friends." I noticed how a lot of the people were wearing cheerleading costumes or football jerseys. Obviously this was the popular crowd.

"Oh you sit next to me in English." A brunette girl stated as she looked me head to toe. I did recognise her so I smiled. "I'm Taylor." Amelia pulled me to sit down in between her and Taylor. A few of the others introduced themselves but otherwise people got back into their own conversations.

"So where did you move from?" A boy who wasn't wearing a jersey called Max asked while eating fries.

"Um London." I answered trying not to be shy. "My mum remarried and her husband asked her to move here so I had to follow." I wasn't one of those cliché girls who didn't like to share their personal life. My mum remarrying wasn't a big deal. So what was the point in hiding it?

"Oh really? Who's her husband? It's a small town I'm sure we know him." A girl whose name I hadn't learnt asked.

"Mark Gilbert?" I questioned and a few recognised the name.

"Isn't he the chief of police?" I nodded with a smile. Mark was a nice guy, he loved my mum and accepted me along with her.

"So Mr Gilbert is your stepbrother?" A cheerleader asked with a smile. I nodded confused.

"Can we come over?" Amelia said in a duh tone and with a giggle to make sure I knew she was joking.

"I swear that man is like a god." Taylor said with a look in her eye. The boy across from her scoffed.

"Yeah but your boyfriends godlier." He stated making me laugh a little and Taylor to roll her eyes.

"Heads up." One of the jocks smirked and motioned with his head to the cafeteria doors. "Here comes trouble." I turned to the door and watched as a guy walked in. He looked a little older than us but screamed trouble. His dark hair messed around his head effortlessly and the leather jacket added to the obvious bad boy cliché. I rolled my eyes and looked away. Sure he was hot but he wasn't a God.