That Bad Boy (Under Editing)

Prologue kinda thing

As the night carried on, I failed yet again to complete this wretched essay, due tomorrow. If only my english teacher had given us a suitable topic, or at least bearable, I would be sleeping dreaming about what not right now.

The topic itself was ridiculous, even more so than her outrageous way of dressing, how purple went with blue was beyond me. I had to illustrate what I felt for creations known as books. Apparently, using such materials ignites a certain feeling of comfort for some people, and the key to this essay was scribbling exactly that emotion.

An emotion, nonexistent to me.

Helplessly, I shook my head, as if thoughts that were cornered in my brain would somehow link together.

"Chloe, go to sleep!" Mom called from downstairs. I hollered back that I would do in a minute ( please read hours).

For the umpteenth time this evening, I hit my head on the wall, if my mental state was in it's place, I could see a slight dent forming in the wall. It's official, Chloe Cooper is officially going haywire.

It wasn't that I was a nerd, because I was. I mean not in that wearing glasses, band shirts and all that shebang, but getting the grades part. Which somehow made me a nerd, personally it was my own intelligence.

Yes, I boast. Please feel free to sue me.

A smile threatened to stretch in my face, as I finished the first paragraph. Taking a sip of my drink, I heard my door creak. I knew it was Shane before he even set foot in the boundaries of everything Chloe.

"Vas Happenin, Sis?"

"You know, acting like Zayn Malik will not get you girls"

"True, it's my Shane charm that does the work usually" He laughed, beginning to jump on my bed. I don't even know why I even bother to clear up, when obviously someone is just going to barge in, ignoring what I call privacy and ruin my personal heaven.

He saw how avidly ( not ) I was writing on my copy, thus he spoke the reason of his unexpected arrival.

" When will you stop smelling my colognes, It costs me money"

"I don't smell your perfumes" I put highlight on perfumes, cause he hates his 'manly' odour being named something as feminine as perfume. The truth being, I love the colognes of guys. I think it's downright unfair to have such amazing smells and for women, to have boring rose perfumes or whatever Lindsay uses.

"It's cologne, and sure, I married Scarlett yesterday" He retorted, scuffling his sleeves.

"Alright, jeez, I won't take your stupid perfumes or whatever, knowing that I don't anyway"

He nodded, shutting the door on his way.

I sighed, seeing he was well gone. I took out his cologne I took yesterday, and sniffed it.

Now to deal with that old hag's essay.