I'm a badass. I love a badass. i thought only opposites attracted.

heyy.. my first story on this site, hopefully i can get some new readers ((crosses fingers))

before I start you should know some stuff about how i write

1)) I don't use capitalization

2)) one of these thingys ---> ' <--- on each end of a phrase shows that it's a thought

EX) 'I hate preps'

3)) there are some words that i tend to misspell over and over and over again.

It might seem like I rush into the story but you’ll get why after a few more chapters.

ENJOY!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"can this class get any fucking harder?" I asked my best and only friend, aly, as we walked out of our end of the day trigonometry class. "actually, don't answer that." I added before she could tell me that yes, it actually could get harder.

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" I could hear people chanting in the parking lot. I sped up, leaving aly behind.

"Skyler! I swear if you get yourself suspended again i will personally kick your ass!" she screamed as I bolted through the doors. I wanted to get a hit in if at all possible. but as i neared the mob I knew that wasn't going to happen. fighting was Blake Mytchell, the badass, my competion, and Bryan McCoy, the jock/pothead. both of them were too cocky for their own good and had reputations as bigtime players. personally, i would've loved to see this fight, but if bryan ended up being hospitalized I wouldn't have anyone to shit talk in economics and biology. and, well, bryan didn't stand a chance against blake. I forcefully pushed my way to the center of the mob.

"hey! dickheads!" i said, trying to get their attention over the yelling. they ignored me, not a good idea. "yo, fuckfaces. cut the shit before i do it for you" i yelled as i pulled blake off of bryan as the two of them rolled on the ground punching at each other.

"what the fuck, man?" blake yelled as i shoved him out of the ring of onlookers.

"i wasn't done with him, bitch" bryan snarled as he pulled me back by my hair. 'he did not just touch my hair. no one touches my damn hair.' i spun around, nailing him right in the face. he kneed me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. i got one final hit, right where it hurts, before i collapsed onto the ground coughing. that was definitely gonna bruise.

"didn't your mom ever teach you not to hit girls?" Blake asked bryan icily. i couldn't see then. but i heard their flesh make contact. it made a whack type of sound, i would know it from anywhere. i saw some people begin to scatter and i assumed the principle had finally came out of the school to break up the tift, as usual. i still hadn't controlled my coughing and my lungs still weren't functioning right. "hey, skyler, you alright?" blake asked as he gently squeezed my shoulder. that was the first time he showed something other than hostility towards me. well since the 7th grade at least. that's when we started fighting over the title of "the school badass".

i couldn't stop coughing long enough to even answer him. "here, stand up, it helps" he said as he hooked his elbows under my arms to pull me up off the ground. aly ran over to us with the most worried expression on her small, childlike face. she had to be the most adorable person i knew. with her freckle covered face, abnormally long eyelashes, her shoulder length naturally black hair, her tiny 5'3" frame. just adorable.

"MYTCHELL! MCCOY! FROMAN! DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL FOR THE REST OF THIS WEEK!" Principle Andrews screamed from about 15 feet away.

"god my fucking stomach hurts" i said lifting up my shirt a little, not caring that blake was still standing there. sure enough, there was a defined bruise already forming to the left of my belly button.