Fighting With the Bad Boy.

Chapter 1

Fighting With the Bad Boy.

Chapter 1: 

I guess I was never really good at restarting.  Luckily I never had to, until now.  It was 7:50 A.M. ten minutes before class started.  I already got my schedule and was making my way to my first period English class when I had to pee.  

I saw a bathroom sign with a figure in a dress on it and proceeded toward it.  I was a meter away from the bathroom and didn't care if I wasn't playing it cool.  Not bothering to look up and practically sprinting, I ran into someone who was as steady as a rock.  I looked up at him about to say that I was sorry when he wrapped his arms around my waist.  I got angry.

"Hey babe," the tall attractive guy said as he smirked at me.  He looked familiar.  If he didn't wrap his arms around me and act like a total douche of a player I could have fallen for him.  How did he get the nerve to call me babe?!?  Sure, all of the guys at my old school would throw cat calls at me and constantly hit on me, but this arrogant bastard was a disgrace to the male race.  And what the hell was he doing walking out of the FEMALES bathroom?!?  He looked at me like I was a meal.  I was absolutely disgusted because guys were never like this at my other school. 

Although he was toned and muscular and again oddly familiar he didn't know who he was dealing with,  me; Taegan Thompson, the captain of last year's regional cheer competition's winners.  I didn't know who I was dealing with either.

I spit in his face which made him disgusted enough for his grip to loosen bringing his hands to his face allowing me to run into the bathroom so I could pee.  

After, I fixed my wavy blonde hair in the mirror and made my way to my first period class, English. No one was there except for me. I was waiting in the class five minutes before the bell was going to go off. 

Although I was smart and extremely studious I never was a teachers pet, and I definitely did not show up to class this early. This was a new feeling, and I didn't like it. 

 I decided to just grab a seat in the back of the classroom. I didn't want to draw anymore attention to myself after what had just happened. All I wanted to do was get this year over with because it sucked starting at a new school a month into senior year and dealing with the f*cked up situation that was called my life. I gave up being cheer captain and even worse, I couldn't get over what had happened back in Pennsylvania. It was all too much but I didn't expect us to move. I would miss Pennsylvania and I would miss my father, someone who I thought was loving.  But I was wrong, now he's just a man that my family lived without.  

To get my mind to change subjects I pulled out my phone and began texting Jake, my ex. He wouldn't have been my ex if what was left of my screwed up family didn't move to Savannah, Georgia. 

 I quickly texted Jake: 

 'Hey!'

 I guess my mom was too ashamed to stay. Not even for her kids. I have two younger siblings; my thirteen year old sister Wren, and my five year old brother Jay. Yes they're named after birds and then there's me, the girl with the weird name no one could ever get right the first time. Taegan wasn't that hard of a name to figure out. 

 Jake didn't text me back which made me even more bored than I was before I texted him. All I knew was that I needed a distraction to get through the day.  I decided to waste my next few minutes on tumblr. As I was looking at pictures of potatoes a group of kids walked in. They were all surrounding this tall guy. His skin was tanned and he had brown eyes and dark brown hair.  He just had to be the guy I spat in the face.  I recognized him from something else too, and I wasn't quite sure.  I guess I was staring for a long time when I heard him grunt with a cough as he cleared his throat.  The sneer on his face turned back to the smirk he was wearing when he as talking to the girls that were surrounding him.  But he was no longer smirking at them, hew was smirking at me.  The mischief in his pretty eyes worried me.

He walked a few feet forward so that we were less than a foot apart, his grimace widening.  Looking back I couldn't believe that gave me the slightest bit of hope that this move would be a good thing.  This could've given me an opportunity to start over.

Until he spat in my face.

I looked away quickly, I couldn't believe what an imbecile I was to think that someone like that would ever want me to be his friend.  Realizing how awkward the situation was getting with us staring into each others eyes and me not even wiping off his unsanitary spit that probably had germs from half the female population, I gagged right in front of him.  The thought was unsettling.  I used my sleeve to wipe off his gross fluids.  

When we broke eye contact I noticed many eyes on me.  Everyone was already in their seat and without a doubt noticed I was new.  The jerk and I were the only two standing and the girls that were with him were sitting like the rest of the class.  All the girls in the class were scanning me over, some nodding in approval and others were just confused on the jerks and my encounter.  

I was popular at my old school and I was the girl every guy wanted.  It wasn't just looks, it was my personality.  Jake was lucky to have me.  I never allowed myself to be weak in front of others.

I knew I was strong and had to put this jerk in his place.  But he beat me to the chase.

"Now we're even you little bit-," he began.

I cut him off, "What the hell is your problem?!" I spat at him but not for real this  time.

He laughed even harder as if he was amused by the situation, and it was pissing me off.  "My problem is you, you bit-," he began to say again and it came out like venom.  The nastiness in his voice stung me a bit.

An older male, who was without a doubt the teacher cut him off this time, "Cameron Haynes and hmmmm you must be the new girl," He said looking at the note on his desk.  He continued, "Take your seats now or you will be sitting with your parents in the principal's office."

The tall jerk, Cameron Haynes still did not move or even take his eyes off of me as he stood right in front of me.  I knew I couldn't let him win, I had to win.  So I crossed my arms and stood up even more if that was even possible.  

The class broke out with "Ooooooos".

"Where were we?" I sneered.  "You arrogant..."

"Damn what'd you do to her,"  A blonde haired guy laughed patting Cameron underwear on the back as he came to class late. Who the heck has an underwear brand as their last name?

And I tackled the underwear kid onto the floor, but he ended up straddling me winning the fight like the arrogant level headed jerktard he was.  Yes I really just combined jerk and bastard the two best words to call people that were being annoying.

With that we were sent to the principal's office with Mr. Fitzgerald escorting us there.

A/N:

Hey!  I hope you like the first chapter!  You will see a lot of drama go down in the next chapter! Please comment, vote, and share!!!  I'm new to Wattpad and this is the first book I am writing so tell me what to think!

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-Hayley