Breaking the Bad Boy

Chapter 4

"TROUBLE TROUBLE MAKER YA THAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME I KNOW YOUR NO GOOD BUT YOUR STUCK IN MY BRAIN!"

"WHOEVER IS SINGING BETTER SHUT UP IN FIVE SECCONDS OR THEY WILL GET PUNCHED!" I shouted angrily to who I thought to be Connor.

Connor laughed and walked in to my room, still humming.

"Riseeeee and shinnnee" Connor voice sang happily.

"I can't deal with your happiness in the morning!"

Connor laughed then flicked on the light, blinding my eyes.

"I swear to god if you don't leave right now..." I mumbled.

Connor, again, laughed (what is with this kid?) but left as he was told.

I literally rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a soft thump. I groaned but got up and started getting ready. ' I love it when my hair hates me' I thought to myself. After a half hour of straitening and product I practically fell down stairs, still in half zombie mode. Monday mornings can go to hell! I grabbed some food and went out to where Connor was waiting in the car.

"Monday mornings can kiss my ass" I sang, with fake enthusiasm.

Connor, who apparently finds me quite amusing, chuckled.

"Don't you wanna see Jayyymmeess" Connor taunted.

I punched him in the arm witch, knowing my strength, probably felt like a tap on the shoulder.

The past week had gone by quickly. Somehow Connor found out about James and now teases me endlessly. I made it on the cheer team, no surprise, and Emily became one of my closest friends at this school besides Connor.

Emily was, well blonde. Nothing against blondes, she's just such a stereotype: a bit ditzy, slightly slutty, and a crazy bitch if she needs to be. That was exactly why she was my best friend. We had spend all weekend together chatting like we had known each other for years, I swear that girl knows all my dirty secrets already.

"Jessica!" A squealing blonde flung herself at me, " OMG I missed you!"

I laughed awkwardly and muttered a response to Emily? Allison? Chloe! That's who it was.

She linked her arm in mine and started guiding me to first period.

"So how was your weekend?" Chloe, bubbly as ever, asked.

"Good, how was yours?" I tried my best to reenact her tone.

"Great! So I have I tiny little favor to ask you"

So apparently she wasn't always this peppy, only when she wanted something. I looked at her expectantly.

"So your pretty good friends with Connor right? But you don't like him like that because you like James right?"

Now I see where this is going. I smiled to myself.

"Um ya he's my adopted brother."

Relief filled Chloe's face.

"Right cool. So could I maybe have his number?"

By that time we had reached math (Which apparently Chloe had as well. How did I not notice that?) I turned and waved at Connor before replying.

"Of course." I replied with a smile.

Chloe's face lit up as I wrote Connor's number on her hand.

"Thanks. Love ya." Chloe chirped, the spun around to her seat.

I laughed to myself as I sat down in my seat, giving Connor a peck on the cheek. (It's really not that weird we've been friends forever!)

I was struggling in math already only after the first week, so I tried my best to pay attention but I could smell James' scent from my seat, clouding my brain and making it hard to think properly.