Good Girls and Bad Boys Don't Mix

Chapter One

I started searching for books on the English Civil War, considering my British background, and do the essay.

30 minutes, 7 books and 3239 words later I finish the essay but believe it it not that's not my fastest time for writing that many words.

Doing it in that time leaves me 30 minutes for lunch, so I head to the Cafeteria and and head to my usual empty table. As soon as I sit down I hear a voice saying "Hey, can I sit here?" I look up to see a cute boy with bright blonde hair.

"Yeah sure. You must be new here."

"I am."

"How's your first day been so far?"

"Let's just say you're the friendliest person I've met here so far."

"The students in this school can really be harsh. I would know, I've been the school geek and have sitting alone and haven't had any friends since 6th grade, because my best friend Amy left, and I'm now a junior."

"Well that's gonna change because I'll sit with you and I'll be your friend."

"Thanks, what's your name by the way."

"Christian. What's yours?"

"Nadine. Can I call you Chris?"

"A pretty name for a pretty girl. You can only call me Chris if I can call you Dean. That's not me hitting on you by the way, I don't swing that way."

A blush crept up to my cheeks as I said "Yeah you can. And what?"

"I'm gay." He replied.

"Oh."

"Can I have your number?" He suddenly asked "I have to get my first friend at my new school's number."

"Okay." I pulled out a page from my notebook then ripped it in half so he could right his number on one half while I wrote mine on the other and we exchanged and saved each other's numbers before heading separate ways.

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Nadine:
Meet me outside the back doors of the school

Christian:
I'll be there in 5

I put my phone away just in time to walk into a wall and fall onto the ground. But when I look up I realise it's not the wall, it's Tom and wonder how good his body must be to feel that hard.

"Watch where you're going you little bitch." He said aggressively once I was back on my feet.

"What'd you just call me?"

"A little bitch. Is there a problem?"

And with that confirmation of what I heard I drew my hand back and swung it, causing it to hit his jaw, hopefully not destroying his beautiful, muscular face while his hands to fly up to the injured area, I may be shy and called many different things in my lifetime but calling me a bitch crosses the line.

"Never call me that again." And I just walked past him and went out the doors to wait for Christian.

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When he finally came out I was first to speak."Do you wanna go to Dunkin Donuts with me?"

"Yeah, I would love to." And with that I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards my Audi.

We hopped into the car and I drove to the nearest DD.

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We left and Chris started giving me directions to his house.

"This is my road." He pointed ahead while saying this.

"No. Way." I reply.

"What?"

"This is my road."

I drove forward until he finally pointed at a house for me to stop at.

"You're only 5 doors down from me." I squeal excitedly.

"Best news ever." He squeals with me before calming down and climbing out of the car "Bye Dean."

"Bye Chris."

And I decided to leave the car there and walk but just when I and about to turn onto my driveway I see Tom climb off his Harley next door.

"You've got to be fucking kidding-" I start but am cut of by him.

"Are you stalking me or something?" He yells.

"I live here asshole." I fire back.

"When did you move in next door?"

"What do you mean 'when did I move in next door? I lived here since I was 2 when I came from London, you moved in 9 years ago. So if anything I've been living here longer than you and should be asking you that question."

I walked up to my door and was about to go in inside until I heard him shout "Wait!"

"What?" I snap back and slowly turn around.

"Never mind." So then I go inside and slam the door before he can say anything else.