The Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter Eleven

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⊱✿⊰A N A S T A S I A ⊱✿⊰

"I'm... taking it that you're enjoying everything?" Mrs. Pierce asked as by the door frame, as I quickly looked at her.

"Yes!" I said with a smile, "Thank you again! Seriously!" I rushed up to her as I attacked her with a hug. She laughed as she hugged me back. 

"Um.. just text your grandma the information about your phone so she can add it to her service plan." She said, as I pulled back from the hug.

"I already did! We was on the phone like a couple hours ago." I told her.

"Well... it's a school night, so don't be on it too late." She said, looking back at the stuff, before smiling down at me, "You need to get that beauty sleep for your first day at your new school and first day back."

"I-I won't be on it late. Thank you so much again... I-I haven't gotten something nice in a while.." 

"Don't mention it... just glad to see a smile on your face." She said. 

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I woke up to the sound of the alarm as I groaned. I rolled over before turning off the alarm as I laid there, it's too early for this. I didn't mean to last night... but I was up until 2AM, watching YouTube on my new laptop. That thing is amazing the fact that it survived all night and still on, just on fifteen percent. I closed the laptop, before plugging the charger into the laptop.

I then went to my closet, changed into a new bra with a matching underwear. Then decided to wear my new pair of high waist shorts, with a crop top tank-top, with a light brown cardigan, along with some new light brown sandals.

Then I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair. I decided to keep my hair down, but I pushed back my hair with clips as I washed my face, before tapping the towel over my face. 

I then curled my lashes and put a couple coats of mascara on, before pulling out new lashes and a lash glue, I hate doing makeup, but I like to have my first impressions perfect. It took me about 15 minutes to put on my lashes, but I got them on. I then added just a little bit of blush and highlighter, before applying on mint chap-stick. "Anastasia! Sebastian! It's time for school!" I heard Mrs. Pierce shout from the stairs. 

"Cominggg!" I shout back, as I went into my room, grabbing my backpack, my Air-Pods, along with my phone. As I walked out, Sebastian saw me and said, "No." I looked up at him confused, "Go change!" He argued.

"Excuse me?" I question, "We have to go! I.. we can't be late!" I heard him groan as I rushed away. This outfit was definitely out of my comfort zone. I'm the used of wearing pants with a t-shirt. But wanted to try something new.

"Oh! Anastasia, you look cute!" Mrs. Pierce said, smiling proud, as I felt my cheeks flush. "Okay... time to go to school! Have fun on your first day back." She hugged me, before going to Sebastian, "Get to your classes on time!" She warned him, before kissing his cheek, as he groaned in response before grabbing his shoes, slipping them on. Before grabbing his keys, wallet and went into the closet, grabbing out two helmets and a hoodie.

As we left the house, he got onto his bike as I felt him looking at me, before putting the helmet over my head, "Hey!" I raised my voice, as I said, "You could have warned me!" He pulled me closer to him as he pushed my head up and clipped the straps underneath my jaw.

"You're not wearing that outfit again." He said, shoving his hoodie in my arms, before helping me up. 

"J-Just don't drive fast... please." I told him, as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He kicked the kickstand back, starting his motorcycle as he took off. This time, he didn't drive fast. 

When we arrived at the school, I felt eyes coming onto us. He got off as he offered a hand. I put mine in his hand as he helped me off, before taking his helmet off, I was struggling to take mine off, noticing how shaky my hands was from anxiety. He was watching me before coming up and pushed my hands away, as I felt defeated as he unclipped the helmet as he took it off, I felt the cool warm breeze as I fixed my hair, before thanking him. 

I tried to give him his hoodie, but he gave me a look before saying, "Put that on." 

"Excuse me?" I asked, as he had a cold expression with a hint of anger, "I-I am not wearing this!" I argued.

"I don't want these boys to stare at what's mine!"