Bad For You (on going)

chapter thirteen : Alex

"Now even though I try to play it off,
I'm thinkin' bout you all day long."
- J. Holiday

Past

Daisy's house is huge. I almost feel like I wanna punk out, and leave. Cause if I'm being honest with myself, all of this, is a bad idea.

My life isn't some Disney movie where I'm the poor kid who falls for the beautiful rich girl, with the world against us but in the end we have a happy ever after.

Nope.

This is reality. Which means that I am that poor kid. And Daisy is that rich girl. And even if I were to fall for her...it won't have a happy ending. At least not for me.

I have you accept the fact that, she's out of my league.

The day I first saw her at the mall, she was sitting at the food court with her best friend. Both of them in their Catholic girl uniforms, ribbons in their hair and loafers on their feet. They reeked of wealth. One look at them and you just knew they were born with a silver spoon.

And our intention was never to speak to them. We saw them hanging out just like we were and that was it. But then Sergio had to be an ass-like always-and wanted to mess with them, just to see what they'd do.

Her friend Nicole, was exactly what he expected. Rude, arrogant, and prissy. But Daisy shocked us with her sweet smile and politeness. She is actually genuinely nice and friendly. Even then, I didn't make a move on her. It wasn't till I accidentally saw her that other day at the mall.

Real quick she knew that I wasn't there to shop. She was right and called me out on it. I actually hadn't even planned to go to the mall, but a girl from my school-Jordan-that I hook up with left her bag in my car the night before. She needed it and I wasn't gonna be an ass to her and not drop it off.

To my surprise, when I was about to leave, I walked by some girly ass store and saw Daisy inside. All by her lonesome. It took me a few seconds to make a decision about talking to her or walking away. Obviously, my head lost.

Miguel and I wait outside of her house in his truck. My car is too small for all four of us to fit, which is why we brought his instead.

Putting his hoodie over his head, he leans back in the driver seat, with an annoyed face. "How on earth did we end up hanging out with prep girls?" He grumbles.

I chuckle at his words.

Technically, he's right. How the hell did we end up doing this for real is what I want to ask as well but we both know the answer.

I've been texting Daisy nonstop since she gave me her number. And I do mean-nonstop.

I also figured out that I actually like this girl. And for some reason she seems to like me back. I'm not about to question that.