The bad boys interest in me (on hold)

Chapter one...

I ran upstairs into my room bawling my eyes out. Not the tears silently slide down your face and gather up at the bottom of your neck. No. The mascara tears smudged everywhere. The heavy breathing. The sobs that make you choke on air. That kind of crying you want no one to see. I fling myself into the middle of my bed and put my arms around my legs. I put my head on my knees not even caring about the tears dripping down my legs. I shake uncontrollably and try and get all of it now. Bottling up all that emotion for years upon years was not a good thing. Today I cracked, and I feel like a complete failure because of that. Eventually I fall asleep crying.

The next morning I wake up by the sound of my name being called. "Kelsey. Kelsey wake up!"
I bolt upright in my bed and see right in front of me the bad boy if my high school. The batboy that plays every girl like a used tampon. Use it once, throw it away. Not even thinking about keeping it or saving the relationship. But the thing is with Hayden that there never is a relationship to start off with. He'll pick the hottest girl at the time and use her. Say that he loves her and her only. That he won't leave her like he did to the rest. A week later he breaks up with them. So your probably wondering why the black haired, blue eyes, amazing 6 pack, next door neighbour, player, bad boy is in my room? Also I'm wondering why the fuck is he in my room!
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!"
"Geez, calm yo tits."
"I will not calm my fucking tits until you tell me why the fuck you are in my room?!"
"Ok, ok. I will tell you." Finally an explanation!
"I'm here because I brought you breakfast in bed." He says while bringing a tray of food that was hiding behind his muscled back. What?! He doesn't always shut his window when takes off his shirt, and when his doing other stuff sadly.
"Why did you make me breakfast?" My voice hoarse from the yelling and crying episode from yesterday.
"I knew you were upset and thought I should do something nice for you." He says while placing the food on my lap. Mmmmmm. Pancakes and syrup. I'm mentally drawling right now.
"How did you know I was sad?" I hated how weak my voice was. Argh!
"I had a feeling. And you also left your curtain open and I saw that episode that went off yesterday." Seems like his not the only one that kept his window open. Hang on! How many times have I left my window open?! What has he seen?! I have to remember to close the curtains from now on!
"Is this poisoned?" I asked while poking the pancake with a fork.
"No, I'm not that mean. Anyway, why were you so upset yesterday?" I looked at him as if to say 'why would I tell you?' I start shovelling the food in my mouth cause I didn't have lunch or dinner yesterday.
"Hang on. Your cat died? No. That's not it. Hmmmm. Oh I know!" His cheeky, wide grin was across his face. This isn't going to be good.... He came closer and bent down to whisper in my ear.
"Your in your period aren't you?" That caused a slap to his face a shrink that sounded like; "I'm not in my fucking period!"
"Ok ok. Then what was wrong?"
"Nothing." I got up and passed him the empty tray. They were delicious but I'm not going to tell him that. I can't let his head get to big can I? I looked over at the clock and saw it was 8:00am. I've got 40 minutes to get ready. I started to push Hayden out if my room. Well let's say tried....
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get you out if my room so I can get changed."
"I don't have to leave for you to do that. I could even help you. But I gotta say I'm only good at taking clothes off not putting them on..."
"Ew! Get out of my room you pervert!" He finally walked of my room chuckling. Oh man that boy has nerve! As he shuts that front no other then Hayden the play boy yells; "keep your curtains open! I wanna morning show!"
"Your such a creep!" There goes the curtain getting shut.

I get dressed in my sweat pants, graphic shirt and vans. I feel mopey so I went with the sad outfit. I go into the bathroom and do my hair and makeup. Which takes 30 minutes because my hair wasn't working with me. So I ended up putting it in a messy bun. I race down the stairs and realise that mum took my car this morning. My mum kinda crashed her car into a pole..... That's why she's got my baby until they fix hers. I hope Ceana is ok. Yes, I named my car Ceana. What am I going to. It takes 10 minutes to drive and 20 setting minutes to walk. I can't be late! It's the first day back at school after the two week school holidays. This is also my last year in high school and I need good grades.
"Having trouble there?" I internally groaned. It's Hayden, the dickhead next door.
"No, not at all." I said sarcastically, putting my hands in my hips.
"Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?"
"No one! I don't even like cheerios!"
I storm off down the road. I know your provably wondering why I'm acting like this but I'm done with him being a dick. I'm not I. The mood because of what happened yesterday. I'm still very sad. No not sad, broken. But I'm hiding it in my anger. I don't want anyone to ask me what's wrong. I don't want to say. I don't want to cry and remind myself. Even though it's the only thing I can think of right now. I just wanna know why. But it's too late for that.

"Wait! I'm sorry I'm being a dick. But deep. And I mean deep, deep, deep-

"Hurry up idiot! I don't have time."

"I care."

"Phhhh. Like fuck. You'll only care if you can either get in my pants or cop a feel."

"I'm trying to be nice and offer a ride here."

That's all I needed to hear to get in the passenger side of his car. My head phones go in my ears and I listen to sad, depressing music. It takes 5 minutes to get there because Hayden's crazy driving. Of course. Because Hayden's the bad boy it has to be cliche. Cliches are stupid, and most of the time don't happen in real life. It's all tumblr inspired relationships and relationship goals. Girls are so needy and frustrating! How all the girls want the bad boy. "OMG! Have you see how hot Hayden is?!" Or "Hayden your so hot!" Of course his fucking hot. But I'll never say that to him. Want him to be able to fit a shirt over his head, don't want his head to get any bigger. Another frustrating thing is that he knows his hot. You don't have to tell him, because he knows. Rant over. For now.

As soon as we pull into the school parking lot all of his "crew," his "bros" come to the car. They do the handshake, hug, slap on back thing. But as soon as I get of the car shit goes down.

"What did yous to get up to?" This guy named Jye says.

"Nothing." I answer before Hayden can say anything dirty.

"I don't believe that. But when your finished with her Hayden, I'd like to tap it."

"Well listen here dickface. One I have a name. Two I'm not doing anything with that man whore over their and three you are not going to tap this." I gestured to my body.

"Well listen here bitch. One, I don't give a fuck to what your name is. Two and three, your not even pretty enough for a blind fuck."

I walk away to the sound of boys going "OHHHHHH!" And a stinging palm. I rush to my locker and grab my English book and head of into class.

Halfway through class dickface and man whore enter the classroom. Man whore spots me straight away and winks. Oh tht little bitch! I look over at Jye, and sure enough, he has a red welt on the left side of his face, in the shape of a hand. Well more pacifically my hand.... Muhahaha. I beam with pride but lose it as soon as I see the devil and his sidekick walk to the desks either side of me. Which happen to be empty. I'm kind of a loner at school... Who cares? Not me.

"You can't sit with me."

"Because we're not wearing pink?" Man whore aka Hayden says.

"It's Monday not Wednesday. And you've watched mean girls?"

"My sister made me."

I've got to meet her. She sounds like one of my type of people. Of course they sit down. I don't miss the smirk that Hayden gives me and the glare Jye gives me. Muhaha. He totally deserved it. His lucky I'd just sloped him and not kick him in his baby makers. He should be happy.

The whole lesson was full of ignoring Hayden and Jye. They were trying to talk to me but I was giving them the silent treatment. Not for a particular reason, I just don't feel like talking. The bell rings and I lazily get out of the class. I go to my locker and put my stuff back. It's all of grade 12s free lesson. I make my way to the library and pick up the fault in our stars for the 1000th time. I may or may not be obsessed with This book...

I was peacefully reading until the book got snatched from me. I'll give you 5 seconds to guess who it is....

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It's Hayden aka man whore, aka dick, aka arrogant bad boy. With amazing blue eyes. What the fuck. Why did I just say that. I internally slap myself.

"Why did you just slap yourself?"

Apparently not so internal....