Bad Boy's Back

Chapter 1-Ripped Jeans *TEASER*

My situation right now is what you would call a "predicament".

I am currently trying to climb my neighbor's fence without using my hands because I am trying to retrieve a ball that my brother had "accidentally" thrown over the fence. Oh, and let's not forget-the fence is really sharp and is currently trying to rape me.

"Jake, oh, you are so going to pay for this!" I yell out to my brother as I repeatedly yelp from pain.

"But I'm only a little kid," he cries out innocently-and when I say innocently, you can see the evil grin on his face.

"Screw you," I mutter under my breath for only me to hear, because if he heard, he would no doubt tell my mom about it.

As I try to lift my left leg up from the fence my jeans rip.

My favorite.

Pair.

Of jeans.

Things are about to go freaking down.

I hurriedly plant myself on the ground gracefully-note: I headfirst planted myself on the ground and grunted in pain as my left leg lays on an itchy bush and my right leg is screaming in pain.

"Ow?"

I quickly get up and send my brother a glare and chase after him. He seems to get the message and runs into the house as I let go of the blasted ball.

I enter the house, limping, seeing as the state of my right leg is not currently the best. My brother already has his arms wrapped around my mom as he sticks his tongue out at me while my mom isn't looking.

I wait for the lecture my mom is about to give me since I probably look like a cavewoman. I mean, if you come in a house, your hair messed up probably with a few leaves stuck in it, your (favorite) jeans ripped, limping, and your brother sticking his tongue out, you could probably add two and two together.

"Kathy Goodswin- what did you do?" my mom looks at me with a piercing gaze.

See, this is the time where I almost piss myself but I don't because I don't want to take care of more things than I already have to right now.

"I helped my only beautiful brother by getting his ball back and this," I gesture to myself, "happened."

She softens and gives me a defeated look, "go get changed."

I was half-surprised, half-relieved that I didn't get the usual lecture so I ran up the stairs and quickly undressed, really wanting a shower. I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on.

I'm actually really surprised that my mom didn't lecture me. You could have seen in her eyes that she was getting ready to do so. Honestly, it was more than weird. But then again, she must've seen really how evil Jake was and just let me off the hook.

Hah, no.

But right now I just can't bring myself to care. I'm enjoying my freedom too much- I mean my mom didn't get me in trouble, why am I overthinking? Oh wait, I always overthink. Especially in the shower. Who doesn't? For the sake of cupcakes-shut up me.

I get out of the shower and dress myself as I look at my jeans.

My beautiful, beautiful jeans.

Sad I can't get another pair since they were a gift.

Cry.

I shrug it off after my mental breakdown and open my door. Surprisingly enough, my mom is there standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Kite, honey, we need to talk."

"It wasn't my fault! He was like 'oh Kite, whatever shall I do- my ball has been accidentally thrown across the fence' or some shi-"

Before I could finish my curse my mom gave me a warning look.

"It's not about that. Let's talk in your room."

My mom was really pretty. Like, really, really pretty. She had chestnut brown hair that fell just below her shoulders and blue electric eyes.

My brother had similar eyes but with dirty blond hair-pretty sure from my dad who didn't live with us anymore-and had a freaking dimple.

Pfft, then there's me. Boring hazel eyes and dull brown hair. Lame, I know. Pretty plain next to my other family members. But hey, what can I do about it? If people don't like it, they don't like it. Accept yourself.

Whoa, quote of the day much?

Anyways, I went back to my room with her on my heel as I sat down on my bed. She sat down next to me and gave me a full-on grin.

"Leo is coming back! So is his father," she all but exclaimed.

Leo. Leo. Leo?

Leonardo?

Red signals went off in my head as I remembered who she was talking about. Leonardo Rodriguez, my childhood (best?)friend that I might've had a tiny small crush on when I was a young one.

Did I really just think that? "Young one", really? Nice one, brain.

"Wait, Leo's coming back? Leonardo Rodriguez?"

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A/N: wow hi okay

so apparently many people wanted me to finally continue this story so bam here I am

So here's a teaser for the first chapter, hope you enjoyed!