Not falling for the bad boy.

Chapter Three.

***Nat's POV***

Why did Connor have to be so damn stupid? I mean, if he was a nice guy and all, then I wouldn't think twice of trying to get his attention, and then maybe go out on a date with him.. He has the looks, if you know what I mean. 

I sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

Why did he have to be.. Connor? Couldn't he be like, Zach for example? Zach is the most wonderful boy on this planet, I promise. He has the respect for girls, the humor, the kindness, the craziness and also the ambition. He's like the perfect guy. And he's really hot too. So if he wasn't my best friend, and the one I grew up with, then I'd totally be in love with him. But that'd be so weird since he is all those things, so I'm really not. No, what I want is Connor to be like him. If he was, then he'd be perfect. 

But that's not the case, it'll never be either. You can't change Connor, he's been this way all his life, so I doubt he'll ever change. No, strike that, I KNOW he won't chance. 

I sat up on my bed and stared into the mirror on the other side of the wall. There wasn't a good sight. I've never been happy with myself. Yet, people keep telling me that I'm -quoting- 'just too fucking perfect'. And when people say that, I get so damn scared. You wanna know why? Well, you're going to hear it anyway. It's because I think it's really scary that they see me in a so different way than I do. You know what I mean? It's really freaking me out. I mean, when I look in the mirror, like now, I only see an ordinary, boring, 17 year old girl. Nothing more. I don't think I was even close to perfection. My hair and eyes was the most 'special' things about me. The rest of me was just like everyone else. 

My hair has this brown/gold colour with some lighter highlights. They are natural though. My whole hair was. And my eyes are in a very blue colour, like, ice blue. 

"Honey! Could you please come downstairs for a moment?" I heard my mom shout. My mom was 34 years old, and yes, she got pregnant when she was in my age. She has blond, straight hair, and it's just below her shoulders. She's got the same kind of eyes as me, she's very fit, and I have to admit, she's very beautiful. 

My mom's name's Alyssa and she works for a fashion company, and well, thanks to that, money isn't a problem to us. I've never met my dad, since they were both so young when they got me. I guess he got scared and just left my mom.. That bastard.. That's the thing, I think that's a thing Connor could do. Get some girl pregnant, and then just leave her. Just like that. And I also know how hard it'll be for that child to grow up without a dad by her side... 

I ran downstairs and saw my mom wearing a tight, black and elegant dress. I guess she just got home from work?  She smiled at me, with one of those 'mother-smiles' every mom knew how to do.

"Oh sweetie, you're so beautiful, you know that right?" She said and looked at me, with her warm, and calm eyes. I smiled at her and looked down. There it was again. 

"At least we know who you got it from.." She said and grinned at me. Oh that's just soooo mom. God. I snorted and raised one eyebrow. 

"Okay whatever, that wasn't why I wanted you to come. We have new neighbors, I met the mom a few minutes ago. A very cool one, I have to admit. Anyway, she asked me if I wanted to come over for coffee, and I said yes. But I don't wanna go alone so you have to go with me. Oh great, let's go." She babbled and seemed a little bit nervous. She took my arm and almost dragged me to the door.

"Mom." I said and raised both my eyebrows. She stopped and stared at me with a confused look.

"Yeah?" Still very nervous.. I rolled my eyes and then looked back at her.