The Bad And Infuriating ✅ (Slowly Editing) 2015

Chapter 1. The Bitch and The Bad. ☆

It was a regular school morning. My alarm clock started playing my favourite song, call me baby. By EXO. I changed into my boring school uniform. I blew a kiss to the bands hanging above my headboard. BTS, EXO, The Fray and Beatles. Music is everything to me.

I grabbed my iPod and selected the album 'Miracles in December' by EXO.

'Mia, come down here. Otherwise, you will miss your bus,' my mother sighed, 'again.'

'Alright, mom, I'll be right down. Just give me a minute.' I stumbled down the first set of stairs, messing with my uniform to assure it fit properly.

Downstairs, plates clattered, the door opened and closed, and my dad was on his way to work. My bus would appear within 10 minutes. I brushed my hair and teeth and tied my hair up in a ponytail. Then I plugged my earphones into my iPod and walked down the stairs, the sight of my mom being furious at the twins greeting me.

'That certainly took you long enough, and are you listening to Egso again?'

'It's EXO, and yes.'

"Just hurry.'

I took a muesli bar out of the bars bowl.

'Oh, and before I forget, a young lad called twenty minutes ago. He's going to drive you to school today.' My mother's lackadaisical attitude irked me.

'What's his name again?'

'It's-uhm, he didn't mention, though,' she scratched her chin, 'hmm. I don't know, have fun at school, honey.'

I opened the door, expecting my best friend, Jeremy, to pick me up.

But it wasn't his old scratched Sedan that was in front of my door. It was a black, very fancy BMW. Who the hell drives in a car like that to school unless he is an entitled punk who loves flaunting his inherited privilege and riches. The car horn honked three times.

The door opened, and in front of me was The Tom Major d-bag Ronalds. What the hell?

'So, are you riding with me or not? You already missed the bus, so there's only one option.'

He looked at his car.

'No, no, hell no. In your dreams, big boy. And for you-know-who's sake, do you even know where I live?'

'Google maps, wait, did you just quote Harry Potter? God, you really are a dork.'

I turned around on my heels, my back now facing his face. I searched for my phone, and I dialled Jeremy's number.

'Yo, what's up? His voice thick with sleep. Is everything all right, Mia?'

'Uhm, I was wondering if you could offer me a ride to school because I missed my bus and'

'Again, Mia? Ugh, fine. I guess you can drive with me to school.'

'Tom Ronalds is in my driveway, with his car, and he offered me a ride to school...'

'Why do you have to call me for driving you to school if you already have a... Wait? What? Are you talking 'bout The Tom Ronalds? What on earth does he want from you?'

'-and before you interrupted me, again, he's a dick and yes, I am talking about The Tom Ronalds. Now get up, you lazy ass, and drive fast. Otherwise, we will both be too late, and I don't want to get detention, you jerk, so hurry, Move, loser!'

I scold him. He will be right over, so now I'll only have to ditch this dick and then go straight to my own personal hell.

Ugh, I hate school. Within minutes the scratched old Sedan drives in front of my house, I give Tom Ronalds a murdering glare and The Finger, and stalk away from him, the smell of Jeremy mixed with eggs is fresh and welcoming. 'Goodbye, Mia.' I turn around and yell, 'SHUT UP YOU WEIRDO, LEAVE ME ALONE!'

Jeremy interferes 'YEAH YOU CREEP! LEAVE HER ALONE!'

He honks his car horn. Tom Ronalds waves and shoots Jeremy a murderous glare.

'Okay, bitch, let's go. Now!'

When we arrive at school we only have two minutes left.

Jere and I rush into the school, to our lockers and then to our lessons, which we do not share, which is a shame but what can you do about it?

And when the bell rings all the students rush out of the classrooms and to their lockers, when I reach mine, Jere is already waiting for me, eating his mayo-chicken-jam sandwich, which sounds disgusting but is actually very good.

I high five him, and open my locker, only to find a rose and a middle finger  foam finger, that's odd.

'Hey Jere, did you put this in my locker?'

'No,' his mouth is stuffed with chicken, jam, and mayo. 'Why would I?'

A person put this in my locker, and I don't get the humour of this.

'Hey, Mia, imma take a piss, I'll be right back.'

I smile at his use of language. A blow in my ear makes me yelp.

'I practice several fight sports!' That's a lie, but he doesn't need to know this.

I jam my elbow in someone's stomach.

'What an attitude, Miss Reynolds.'

'Oops, did I say oops? I meant you deserved it, you fricken chicken. Why don't you just bang a girl and leave me alone! You're starting to turn into a stalker.'

Tom Ronalds is the player and badboy of our high school.

And every time he's got an eye on a girl, she ends up sleeping with him, and it looks like I'm his next victim, heck no. He can stick a pencil up his smelly ass.

'Ahh, come on, Mia, don't be so mean to someone who bought you a gift.'

What the actual honey? I don't want anything from him, so why won't he just leave me alone? He's annoying, handsome, and an actual creep. Wait, did I say handsome? What the heck is wrong with me?

I need Jeremy to kick his ass. I know that he will keep stalking me if I just stand there and say nothing.

'Fine, what do you want? If I give it, will you leave me alone?'

He chuckles lightly. And then says, 'Dear Mia, will you go on a date with me?'

Urgh if he leaves me alone after that, fine. 'I'll do it. And now leave me alone, you scallywag.'

He blows me a kiss and leaves me alone. Jeremy returns to my locker, 'Hey, ehm... Mia,' (he waves his hand in front of my face,) 'Earth to Mia, okay, that doesn't work,' he mutters, 'I've slept with your grandma, and we're going on a date tonight.' I'm shocked and don't know how to move.

'What? Yeah, okay, have fun.'

'Mia, did you understand any word of what I just said?' I nod. He sighs and lifts me.

'Okay, plane Mia is asking permission to land on earth.'

He drops me.

'Ouch, are you insane Jere? Okay, here's the thing Tom just came to my locker, asking me on a date. I said yes because he promised that's the only way he would stop stalking me, so I'm shocked. And now give me a bite of your sandwich, you selfish dork.'

'You agreed to him? Are you mad? Did you hit your head or something?'

'If I go on a date with him, he will leave me alone. He promised.' Jeremy snorts. 'Yeah, sure, you believe him? Haha, sometimes I question your IQ.' I swat his arm.

A/n

okay, this is my first English book. I'm originally Dutch. So don't judge too hard. Hope you liked it so far. Anyway, if you're a Dutch reader, please check my other books on Wattpad. Thank you very much.

Edit 2nd of December 2024: I saw that someone had stumbled upon this little book, and I couldn't bear the thought of someone reading this the way it was. At the time I wrote this, I was fourteen? I had been reading loads of Wattpad badboy books and decided to give it a try, but I would never write this story presently. I'll try to alter as much as possible to make it far more readable, but on the other hand, I do want to preserve some evidence of both my earlier works and how far my fluency has come.