Playing With The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Wake up, kiddo." My dad shouted from the bottom of the stairs. He's like my back-up alarm clock when my clock gives up on me, which means when I throw it against the wall and break it. I've lost count on the clocks I replace every damn single day.

If you started breaking alarm clocks when you were 14 and there are 365 days in a year, it calculates that you had 1460 alarm clocks in four years.

Dammit Chelsea, why are you complaining about waking up yet you calculate the amount of alarm clocks you had. Funny how I sleep during Math class but I do math while I sleep.

"Five more minutes, dad!" I groaned. Pulling the comfortable cover over my head. Can't I please just savor this feeling. Who the fuck invented waking up.

Well, Chelsea, it wasn't invented.

Now my subconscious is also bothering me from my sleep.

"But school starts in twenty minutes!" He shouted. I rubbed my eyes and huffed as I took in my surroundings. I glanced at my clock and it reads 7:37.

Oh shit! I ran to the bathroom and took my bath as fast as I can. After, I picked a random shirt and jeans then wore my favorite shoes. I grabbed a banana and my purse before hopping in dad's car.

That was fast.

"Hurry, dad." I said, slumping on my seat. He just chuckled and drove off.

After what seems like eternity, I finally arrived at school on time. I sighed in relief and mumbled my goodbye to dad.

I took my first look on my new school and spun on my spot. It was fine. It has high walls and a massive black gate surrounding the gigantic school. There are three buildings with a typical school-white color. The parking lot is enormous with expensive sports cars and preppy pink convertibles.

"Nice shirt, babe." A blonde boy winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him after realizing that I was wearing a very tight blue low V-neck with a 'Try not to look' imprinted on it, the shirt that my ex-bestfriend got me for Christmas last year. And everyone can take a good look at my cleavage.

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Where the hell in earth is English class? I thought to myself. This school is seven times bigger than my old school. Stupid Wattprep High. If my previous school has bitches how much more does this school have.

"Hey, you look lost. May I help you? It seems like you're looking for something." A gorgeous blonde girl from my homeroom smiled at me. She looks too kind for a blonde girl wearing skimpy clothes.

"Uh- Hey. Do you know where English class is?" I asked akwardly when I realized I look like an idiot compared to the people around here.

"Oh, perfect. I'm heading there. May I see your schedule?" I handed her my schedule. "Great, we have all classes together." She said cheerfully.

"Great," I smiled.

We headed to our class and occupied the backseats. The teacher was already discussing "I'm Chelsea, Chelsea Breece." I smiled breaking the awkward silence between us.

"Nice name. I'm Wendy Fleen."  She replied. Before I can reply someone talked.

"That's my seat, bitch." A chocolate brown haired boy with blue eyes said. He had that dangerous-but-approachable aura around him.

"Excuse me?" I asked raising my eyebrow. Who does he think he is?

"Are you deaf?" He asked, obviously annoyed.