The Bad Boy's Girl

Where it all began

Hey this is my first book. Thanks for reading.

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I woke up with clammy palms and sweat dripping down from the side of my face. I have been having the same dream over and over again. Well same nightmare. I really hate my life. I checked over at my clock. 6:30.Climbing out of bed I made my way to the bathroom. Rolling up my selves revelling the scars I had left. No one knows I hurt myself. No one knows I still live in pain.

I undress myself and hop in the shower. I like to observe the world. It has become almost a new hobby of mine since the accident. I don't do much, not like I used to. It's funny how a single second can change your whole life.

Once I finished my shower I got change into an oversized long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans making sure my scars were hidden. I tied my long brown hair into a simple ponytail. Nothing special. By this time it was 7:00 so I grabbed my phone and bag and headed downstairs

On the kitchen table was a note. Most likely from my mum. She was never there for me. Physically, yes but not mentally. Too busy with work.

" Hi honey , left early for work left $20 for your lunch. Have a great day"

I grabbed an apple and headed out the door and drove to school. Another thing I hated was school. Like any other high school you had the cheerleaders, jocks, and nerds and then there's me. A nobody or the girl who never talked. I liked it that way so nobody would disturb me.

Walking to my locker I heard a loud smash. Looking up I saw the one and only Jason Summers, the schools bad boy smashing his fist into a locker. Keeping my head down and walking past I could feel his eyes burning at the back on my head

"Hey" he yelled whilst running towards me. I felt hand on my shoulder. Slowly turning round I locked eyes with him

"Are you Indiana?" he asked

"Yes, didn't know you knew who I was" I say sheepishly looking down at my books

"Well you're the only girl who hasn't thrown herself at me" he said with a cocky smile on his face

"Not my type" I said with a sudden outburst of confidence

The worst thing you could do is damage a boy's ego especially if it is schools bad boy's ego

His eyes widened with anger. Oh shit. I try backing away but he grips onto my wrist minimizing the distance between us. He leans in and I can his hot breath on my neck.

"Not your type huh, well we will see, soon you will be in love with me" he whispers in my ear

And with that he walks away with a smug look on his face leaving me shocked and scared. So much for not being noticed