Bad Boy Stole My Heart Book 1

Chapter Nine; Mom Find Out

Zoey texted me, asking to join her at a party that Zack is hosting. I replied that I couldn't make it because my mom had grounded me. Zoey quickly responded with an idea. I rolled my eyes and pushed my thick glasses up.

The moment I turn eighteen, I'm moving out. Mom knocked on the door. 'I'm heading out,''Mom said, handing her my card. 'You can order anything you want.' Mom left but the reminder of being grounded lingered.

Mom walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I texted Zoey to hurry up and get here. 'Are you coming to the party or not?' Zoey asked. popped up in a split second."

"I don't know," I replied. "Please, it would be fun, and I don't really want to go alone," she said.

"Fine," I said, giving in. She clapped her hands like a four-year-old. I bit my lip, guilt creeping in for lying to my mom.

Zoey skillfully worked on my hair and makeup, transforming me into someone almost unrecognizable. As she finished, I caught my reflection in the mirror and was genuinely surprised at the results. I couldn't help but smile at her talent. "Wow, Zoey, you're amazing at this," I exclaimed. She grinned, clearly pleased with her work. "Now you're all set to rock the party," she said with a wink.

''Thank you, Zoey," I said as we realized it was time to head out. With that, we hurriedly made our way to the party. The pounding music was so loud that I struggled to hear what Zoey was saying.

"I bumped into someone, Jake," I said, my heart racing. Jake was someone my mom had warned me about, and her words still echoed in my head, urging me to stay away from him. With a tinge of sadness, I walked away from the encounter.

I pulled out my phone and received a text message from Zoey: "We have to go." I told Zoey that we needed to leave. As I glanced back, I saw Zoey making out with a guy she had met at the party. I left the party in a hurry, not wanting to risk my mom finding out and grounding me for the next week.

I quickly walked through the party crowd, my heart racing as I imagined the consequences of getting caught. Each step felt like an eternity, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally made it outside. I texted Zoey to let her know I was on my way home.

As I entered the house, I could feel the weight of my actions hanging over me. I closed the door quietly, hoping to avoid my mom's attention. Just as I thought I had escaped her notice, her voice echoed from the living room. "Is that you?"

My heart skipped a beat as I replied, "Yeah, it's me." I braced myself for what was to come, knowing I had broken the rules.

She emerged from the living room, her expression a mix of concern and disappointment. "Where were you?"

I tried to come up with a convincing excuse, but the truth came out as I stammered, "I... I went to a party with Zoey."

She sighed, her disappointment evident. "I thought we had an agreement."

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, feeling genuinely remorseful. "It was a last-minute thing."

She looked at me for a moment before sighing again. "Alright, but you know there are consequences for breaking the rules."

"I know," I said softly.

"Since you went out without permission, you're grounded for the next week," she declared.

I nodded, accepting the punishment. It was a fair consequence for my impulsive decision. As she walked away, I couldn't help but reflect on the evening—the thrill of the party, the camaraderie with Zoey, and the realization that even a few moments of fun could come at a cost.

When Mom Found Out Life often throws unexpected surprises our way, and mine came in the form of Jake. Little did I know that a turning point was around the corner – the day my mom discovered my secret.

"Stay away from him, Faith," Mom's voice was stern, her concern evident. I was caught off guard, wondering how she had found out. A wave of panic swept over me as I scrambled for an explanation.
"But Mom, it was just a regular school day," I stumbled over my words, bewildered by her knowledge.

Shaking her head, Mom's expression remained serious. "No excuses, Faith. And what about your job?" Her question struck a chord. My job was essential for managing my expenses.
I hesitated, uncertain how to respond. Truth was, spending time with Jake was a thrill, but the realities of school and work couldn't be ignored.

She stressed the importance of my commitments. "Missing two days of school just for a guy isn't wise, Faith," she said, her eyes reflecting her care.
Her words lingered as I grappled with my predicament. Jake's presence had introduced a vibrant hue to my life, but Mom's words were a reminder of the need for balance.

In the days that followed, finding that equilibrium proved challenging. Jake's surprises continued to light up my days, yet Mom's advice echoed in my mind, reminding me of the practicalities.
I faced a dilemma – a test of how well I could manage my time and emotions. The enchanting moments with Jake seemed different now,

juxtaposed against the backdrop of Mom's concerns.
I decided to have an honest conversation with Jake. We met by his car, a space where we'd shared countless memories. I shared Mom's worries and my own uncertainties. Surprisingly, Jake was understanding. "Balance matters, Faith. I don't want to disrupt your commitments," he said, his sincerity evident.

With his encouragement, I rearranged my schedule. The surprises continued, but they found a place within my routine. It wasn't about losing the magic, but about blending it harmoniously with my responsibilities.

This experience was a lesson in finding balance. Mom's words served as a compass, guiding me to navigate both enjoyment and responsibility. I realized that true enchantment wasn't just about the unexpected but also about weaving it seamlessly into the expected.

In the end, it was about striking equilibrium. Jake's surprises remained a colorful thread, interwoven with my school and work commitments. The story wasn't about making choices, but about crafting a narrative where both aspects coexisted, creating a tapestry of a life well-lived.

Author's Note:

I've revised this chapter multiple times to ensure its quality and coherence. I'm eager to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to leave your feedback in the comments section. Your likes and comments are greatly appreciated as they help me improve and refine the story. Thank you for taking the time to read and engage with my work!