In Love with the Bad Boy [editing]

~Chapter 3~

'I see you walk by'

'Extra fly'

'Baby where you going?'

'Can I roll? (Is it cool if I come with you, baby?)'

Say somethin', by Austin Mahone played on my IPod. Ugh great, it's morning. I have to go to school.

Oh crap, school. I sat up and ran to the bathroom.

I looked so...so...OMG! Whatever, I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I washed my skin with coconut soap. Then my hair with my favorite cocoa shampoo, and applied some conditioner. I closed the water, and wrapped a towel around my body.

What should I wear?

I put on some blue shorts with a cute brown belt, and a loose floral summer shirt, and let my light brown hair fall to my shoulders, I had already brush my hair and dried it. I looked good I guess... I took my black leather jacket from my closet. I remember I got this by mail, from: I don't know. How wonderful is that? It didn't say who it was from, but I still loved the jacket.

I went downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey mom!' I hugged my mom, "Hi dad" and smiled to my dad.

"Hello darling" my mom said happily.

"Bella, are you ready for school?" dad asked, not taking his eyes away from Alex, who was trying to steal his apple.

Weirdos.

"Yes...it's just that..I'm really nervous." I admitted.

"I don't know why, it's just school" my mom said as she sat down.

Blake Miller, that's why.

"Yeah I know...I'm not really hungry, I'll just eat an apple.'' I smiled and quickly grabbed the apple that my dad was watching.

"Sure, you can have my apple." he mumbled sadly.

"I want that apple!' Alex protested. I ignored him and went to the living room.

"Hi..." I greeted Logan.

"Are you ready?' he asked and leaned on the wall.

Ready for school? No.

"Um, yeah.." I lied

"Cool, let's go" he grabbed his keys from the table and opened the door. I grabbed my backpack, followed Logan, and went inside the car.

"So, um, what's up between you and Shaun?" Logan asked.

Wait, what?

"W-what do you mean?"

Stupid, stupid Bella, you shouldn't have kiss him. I'm going to kill Alex.

"Alex told me everything," he started the car and drove.

"I guess I just missed him, I felt lonely the last four years..." I looked out the window.

"But you had a lot of friends" he said confused.

"Friends? They hanged out with me because I was popular, and you know I hated that, I never had real friends" I looked at my brother who seemed to be thinking what to say.

''Why didn't you tell me you weren't happy?" he sighed.

"Not telling you a lot of things makes life easier, you looked happy, so I pretended to be happy too. But being popular isn't my thing" I said softly.

"Why not?"

"I don't like attention, I don't like when everybody looks at me" I looked down.

Yes, it makes people look like stalkers.