Bad Boy Wanna Love||L.H.

Chapter 1: Don't need it

The alarm blares through the room and disturbs my peaceful sleep. Groaning, I attempt to block out the noise by covering my head with my pillow just to have it pulled out of my hands. I squint and look up to see my mum looking down at me.

Her makeup was on point. As usual. Her hair, curled to perfection. Nothing new. She was wearing her grey office dress, which is neatly ironed, of course. Yet, even though she looks just as perfect as she is, having her face in front of mine isn't something I'd ask for.

"Wake up and get dressed! You're going to be late!" In one swift move she rips my blanket off me. I hug myself too keep the warmth from mixing with the cold morning air.

"Can I stay at home? I don't feel like going to school today." I plead, sitting up in bed and watch as she picks up my sweatshirt off the floor. There is no point in asking her answer WILL always be 'no'.

"Sure, Hun."

"Really?!"

"No." Of course. What was I thinking? "Now go get ready, I need to be early today." She orders as he sets the sweatshirt down on the chair next to my bed and walks out.

I roll off my bed, and drag my feet towards the bathroom. The only thought running through my head was 'I don't want to go to school.'. For one simple reason, I hate it. I could honestly just stay home and read rather then go to school and have to deal with a bunch of stupid people. When I say 'stupid people', I mean stupid people. Most people can't form a proper sentence without trying to sound like some drug dealing "gangster". There are just those few who aren't stupid like that. I like those people.

I stare at the mirror hanging on my bathroom wall and turn on the water. I take brush my teeth and take in my appearance before stepping in the cold. Yes, I take cold showers. I find it much more relaxing than taking a hot shower. Feeling the ice cold water pierce through me like a knife. It's like kicking out the stress and fatigue in one go, instead of flushing it away. I'm a weird person. Yep.

After I get out of the shower, I quickly pull on a black tank top and my black skinny jeans. Rummaging through my closet looking for the final article to complete my look, which was my blue cardigan. It wasn't entirely blue, it had like a tribal print and multiple other colors that compliment the blue.

I hear my mum calling out my name from downstairs, "Ellie! Hurry up or we're going to be late." I roll my eyes, but quicken my pace in finding my cardigan.

After a little more shuffling and throwing clothes around, which I WILL have to clean when I get back, I found it. "There you are!" I pull on the cardigan and fix my hair before grabbing my bag and rushing down the stairs.

"Eliza! Will you hurry up!" I groan and nearly tumble off the stairs, as I am pulling my black Vans as I descend them. That's dangerous, so kids don't try this at home.

"I'm done!" My mum shoots me a glare as she rushes to grab her keys. I hear her mumble "About time" as she picks up her bag. I roll my eyes at her a grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich off the dining table.

We leave the house and I apply some lip balm, as my mum starts up the car. I get in and plug in my ear phones, while she drives towards the place that is my idea of hell. I send a thoughtful prayer to the gods, hoping that today I do not come across any stupid person. What am I even doing? I laugh at MY stupidity. It's true, no one is funnier than yourself. I just made that up, but it it very much true.

I rest my head against the window and close my eyes, trying to complete a bit of my sleep. I wish I could just pretend like I've fallen asleep so my mum could be like 'Oh she's asleep. Might as well take her back.' but no, that doesn't happen with my mother. She's a perfectionist and I am the opposite. It's hard living with her sometimes. But other than that, she's a cool mum...who doesn't let me stay back at home unless I've broken every single bone in my body.

The surrounding outside the window become more familiar and before you know it, my mum pulls up near my school. I mumble in frustration as I take off my earphones and shove them into a small pocket in my bag.

"You should try going to school with a smile once in a while. It helps make this easier." My mum says and I fake a smile and get out. "That's my girl." She calls out sarcastically as I walk away. I pull out my phone from my back pocket, not like I need to use it, it's just a technique to avoid people.

I walk through the hallway and stop at my locker. I look up to see Alex, my best friend and the only person I can rely on to get through my day. She was looking at something on her phone and had the hood of her jacket up. I wave at her when she looks up. She waves back and goes back to looking at her phone, till she reaches me.

"Hey." She says. She has a very dry and emotionless character when she's at school, but hanging out with her is fun.

"Hey.." I reply and look into my locker putting random stuff into my bag.

Just then the football team goes running through the hall like a bunch of lunatics, Alex and I roll our eyes and go back to our lockers.

"I'm so excited for today." She says sarcastically and I laugh.

I stop laughing when the football team captain walks past us and stare at him. He kept his eyes on me as he walked. I hated this one the most. He wasn't like everyone else, he was different. More of an asshole, if you ask me. His walk was so cool like he owned the place, he did though. Everyone was scared of him but worshipped him at the same time. His icy blue eyes stared into mine like he could see my soul, read my thoughts. I couldn't move my focus away from him even when I wanted to. He looked at me and I looked at him, like we had a connection. He smirked, taking his eye off me and continued walking ahead. A shiver ran down my spine and I turn to Alex, who was stood observing what ever just happened.

"What was that?" She asked, just as surprised as I was.

"I have no clue." I say, and start walking towards our class, pushing our way through the less crowded hallway.

"I think he likes you." She smirked, I stop and look at her with a look of disgust.

"Alex, in my eyes, you're a smart person. Why are you trying to ruin your image?" She laughs.

"I'm not! But think about it! He's Luke Hemmings! and you could use a boyfriend.."

"No thank you. I am content." I look down and keep walking to class, with her close by my side.

"Love isn't a bad thing, you know?"

"Don't care about it. Don't want it. Don't need it." I say and enter class.

We had first period Math and I pretty much suck at it. we walk to the seats at the back of the classroom and sit down, Alex sits down in front of me.

A while later, the teacher walked in and began teaching trigonometry. I hated trigonometry and did not understand the concept.

I was practically falling asleep as he spoke about the stupid triangles. It was taking all the strength within me to keep from falling asleep.

I feel a little tap on my shoulder and turn around, nearly falling off my chair.

"Hi." He whispers.

Luke Hemmings looks at me with a smirk, leaning ahead with all his weight on his arms.

Great. Just great.

Hi! :D
So....this is the first chapter. :) I am really excited to write this story cos I've had it planned for a while now :D I hope you liked this first chapter!
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