*Picture above of Josh Bolton
"BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKING EVERYWHERE ROCKING EVERYWHERE. I FOUND YOU MISS NEW BOOTY..."
Groaning, I molest my phone until I find the power button to turn off my stupid alarm. For some reason that song was the only song that could wake me up.
"Good morning sunshine! Don't you just look heavenly in the morning," I heard a cocky voice say from across my window. "That line of drool on the side of your mouth is especially sexy," he says with a wink.
Still groggy from just waking up, I walk to my vanity and gasp in horror because I realized he wasn't lying about the drool. What the heck I never drool?! Of course the first time my mouth decides to drool is when a hot guy just happens to be looking at me. Turning back to my window to give the arrogant prick a piece of my mind for invading my privacy, again I might add, I cursed under my breath after realizing he left probably to get breakfast. I cannot focus on boys this year. Senior year is going to be a better year.
After I got ready for school, I skipped to my car with excitement because of the anticipation that comes with the first day of school. Although I'm sad I'm starting my last year of high school at a completely new school something told me this year was going to be good. Looking towards Kyle's gigantic mansion, I noticed the Ducati was no longer in the driveway like it was before. He probably just left to go to school. We probably won't be in the same school. He probably goes to a private school or something.
After I get inside my car, I speed towards my new school- Highland Park High school. When I get to the parking lot of the high school, I realize that almost every parking spot is filled with a luxury car. Almost like it was a requirement to get into the school. I mean, my car was nice, a Nissan Z Roadster, but these cars probably cost at least six figures. Oh my god. I'm enrolled at a school full of coke heads. I probably shouldn't judge people on the amount of money they have. Sighing, I find the perfect empty parking spot. I'm surprised no one parked here.
After I get out of my car I hear a piercing shriek coming from behind me. Turning around, I see the splitting image of a Malibu Barbie sending me death glares from the drivers seat of a 2015 Mercedes Benz with her window rolled down. "This might be hard for your middle class brain to understand but that parking spot is reserved for me. So move out of my spot loser," the girl said with a sneer. Nobody told me Regina George went to this school. Before I could respond the first period warning bell went off. Crap. I can't be late on my first day. Ignoring the girl, I grabbed my backpack and went to the office to get my schedule.
Once I get my schedule I immediately glance at its contents to see what classes I have today. Well isn't that just great! I have AP Government, AP Literature, and Anatomy all on the same day! Cursing my luck, I don't see where I'm going and bump into smooth yet hard wall. "Well that fucking hurt," I say the myself as I nurse my forehead. I heard a chuckle and glanced up. Oh so it wasn't it wall, it was this hunk. After staring at him for a couple more seconds, I sense of recognition washed over me. Kyle's friend was standing in front of me with a sexy smirk adorned on his face. I took a moment to glance at the rest of him and he did not disappoint. Damn this boy sure knows how to dress to emphasize his assets. If you know what I mean ;) "If you're done staring at me, can we go? I got assigned to show you to your classes. Not that I'm complaining," he says to me with a wink. Are cocky idiots the only breed of males that exist here?
I hesitantly hand him my schedule and he looks at it confused. "Why would you want to torture yourself by taking all AP courses," he asked as if it was common sense. "What can I say, I'm a masochist," I say in a sarcastic tone. As we continue to walk down one of the halls of the school he turns to look at me with a genuine smile and says, "Oh my bad, I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Josh. Josh Bolton." Finding his smile infectious, I smile back and introduce myself, "Leia Pearson." After hearing my name Josh starts to smirk, "Like the chick from Star Wars? Damn I would bang her so hard she'd recognize her inner Dark Side. You could even join if you want." And there goes that nice moment we were having. "Thanks for the tempting offer but I'd rather you just show me to my class," I say with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
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Bad for Me
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