The Bad Boy Calls Me Dork

Chapter One - Meeting the devil himself

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Chapter One - Meeting The Devil Himself...

"Eat, eat, eat! We're gonna be late!" Chris, my pesky older brother shouts at me while I slowly nibble on my toast. I can tell that I'm pissing him off to the max. He hates being late for school, well for being late for anything really. I sigh, "why are you even bothering to hassle me? You know that I'm eating food, and food is bae." I say, still slowly, bit by bit picking at my toast just to annoy Chris. "Yeah well it's a wonder you're not fat. How do you manage to eat so much and still remain skinny?" He questions. I chuckle at him. "Tricks of the trade my dear brother, you'll learn it one day." He sighs at me and clenches his fist, he knows he's going to be late and it's just to damn amusing to see him like this.

"Yeah well just because you're 17, doesn't mean you can talk all smart ass to me. I'm still a year older then you." He reminds me. "Yeah, I gathered, you remind me every day Chris." I retort. He stomps his feet in frustration and he looks like he's about to pull all his hair out. "Look Sky, I have a reputation to uphold, and you have a reputation to create for yourself. You better hurry the bloody hell up you moron."

God damn. I swear he looks ready to murder me and set fire to the house right now. I shove the toast into my mouth then grab my backpack and jump into Chris's car. "Sky when are you going to stop bludging off me and get your own licence?" He asks. "When you stop being an annoying prick." I say. "So probably... never." He glares at me, "whatever, I don't want to be late for Monica." He says, I sigh a deep, intentional sigh, he needs to get over her. Monica is my brother crazy girlfriend, she's the popular skank that everyone hates but yet at the same time she's popular. I seriously don't get this world.

He starts the car and glares at me again. "She's... nice when you get to know her" I almost die laughing, "yeah right." I chuckle. "I'll believe that when she comes to our house and doesn't laugh at me for my fashion choices." I say. She always insults me for it. I mean, the other week I was wearing exactly what im wearing now, a black tank with 'believe' written on it and denim shorts. Personally I don't think that there's anything wrong with it.

After a 20 minute drive we arrive at school I instantly become nervous, I never even thought of how big it would be or how many people there is or what it would be like. When we drive in the driveway, all my worries have been confirmed. There are hot guys, who I must avoid because knowing me I'll make a fool of myself in front of them, skanky girls, who are basically wearing bras and every other category of people that you would see in a typical high school movie.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be one a long one, filled with drama and gossip. Chris parks the car in an empty park near the entrance door to the school. I look down at the ground to see Chris's name written on the parking space, I presume that this is his spot. I look over at Chris fixing his hair, God he's so vain. He winks at me before putting on his sunglasses and getting out of the car. I roll my eyes at him, he looks cool I have to say.

I get out of the car slowly while receiving weird looks from half of the students that walk past me. I hear whispers such as 'who is she? and 'is that his girlfriend?'. I mentally puke at that one. "Everyone" Chris shouts "this is my sis, Sky." I hear sighs of reliefs from the girls. "Thank god, I thought she was his girlfriend." I hear a girl behind me whisper to her friend. I widen my eyes. My brother is really popular, maybe I'll get some credits for being his sister...

I see a bunch of girls crowding around a guy, who seems to be even more popular than my brother. "Hey, Chris who are they surrounding?" I ask. "That's Zac Parker, ultimate player and bad boy. Don't get on his bad side or you'll probably regret the day you were born."