The bad boy & the church girl. (EDITING)

Chapter 1.*

Hello! Thank you for clicking on my book and giving it a chance! I wrote this when I was just starting to learn how to write. At the young age of fourteen.

But now since I've hit eighteen, I've decided to EDIT. I know this book has some plot holes and horrible grammatical errors. And it infuriates me every time I read it. So I've decided to go back and change some things.

The plot shall remain the same for the most part. I have some new ideas so that everything ties together and makes more sense.

If the chapter title has an * beside the name then it has been edited.

Enjoy!

A/N: Camille smith is mirrored after Holland Roden.

Chapter 1.

My name is Camille Smith. There really isn't much to me to be honest. I'm smart, like really smart and I try my hardest to be completely honest. Sometimes my brutal honesty comes off somewhat rude. But I don't let it affect me.

I promised myself three and half years ago, when I was in grade 9, that I wouldn't let people change who I am anymore.

I was quiet in public, but if you took the chance to get to know me, you'd end up telling me to shut up. I dont curse, that much. Well I try my best not too.

Im a christian. Yes, I go to church every Sunday and youth group every Wednesday.

Now before you go and pass judgement on me, realize that just because some Christians suck, doesn't mean all Christians suck. I don't shove my religion down people's throats. I take freedom of religion very seriously, because if there wasn't freedom of religion I wouldn't be allowed to worship the way I want either. So why judge people for worshipping who/what they want!

Oh and one more thing, I don't hate gay people.. I believe in loving everyone. Disregarding their sexual orientation. That' what my bible says, to love everyone. I don't know what bible some 'Christians' say they're reading but mine says to love everyone. Not to hate them for loving someone of the same sex.

'Camille nicole! Wake up its your first day of senior year!'  My mom yelled. I peeled my eyelids open and looked at her through my eyelashes. She was tall and lean like me, except I was shorter. My mom is 5'11'' while I am 5'6''. She has long red hair identical to mine with hazel eyes, unlike my bright green ones.

'Okay I'm up.' I sit up quickly obeying my mothers wishes. She nods and then walks out, I roll my eyes and make sure she's not looking. After letting go of the breath I was holding, I get up slowly and take a shower even slower. I go to my closet and decide to wear dark blue flare jeans and a youth group t-shirt. I have really nice clothes along with some unapproved clothes hidden from my parents in the floor boards of my closet. I look down at the floor boards and frown. I want to be that person under my floor. That girl who is confident and beautiful but still pure and classy. I knew I could be that girl but no one would take me seriously if I dressed like that and acted in such a way.

I shook the dream away before heading back into my room and sitting on the chair in front of my mirror. I brushed my long red hair out, tied it up in a pony tail and slid in a black headband. I put a little mascara on just to hide my red eyelashes but not too much so you could actually tell I had it on. I got up and grabbed my book bag before running downstairs. My mom packed my lunch and threw me a banana when I ran toward the door. 'Bye mom!' I yelled waving and then catching my banana.

'Bye Camille, have great day!'

I ran out the door and then slowed down when I pulled out my phone to see the time. Realizing I have thirty-five minutes until the warning bell rings, I start to take my time. I live a good fifteen minute drive from my high school.

Red rose high, best high school ever.

Yeah, note the sarcasm.

I hop in my black 2014 dodge dart and head to school. I was always pretty early. It gave me time to get what I needed and still have time to talk to my friends.

When I pull up I park in the back of the parking lot. I get out and walk toward the school noticing all the groups around me. The jocks talking to there cheerleader girlfriends, or the stoners flying kites behind the tree.

There it is again, that sarcasm.

Then I see the one person I fear the most. Zane Rode. He moved here last summer and I've hated him everyday since.

Okay that's a lie.

To say me and Zane have a past, is an understatement.

Despite that, I admit, he's rude, disrespectful and conceited. And of course, to make my life harder, he's also smoking hot.

I hate the way he acts but dang is he easy on the eyes. His brown hair looks so soft, and it is,  its the right amount of fluffy and messy. His body is sent straight from God, himself. He has a perfect six pack with lean muscular arms. My eyes close when I start to picture his back muscles. The rough edges of his shoulders and the ropes of muscles-

My eyes open, before I get carried away.

His muscles were my second favorite thing about him. The thing about Zane Rodes that first caught my attention was his eyes. They're a bright sparkly blue.

My eyes follow down his fiercely structured face. But even if I tried I couldn't forget that jaw line that was so licka-.

I'm suddenly snapped out of my impure fantasy when I hear a throat clear. I look up and see the devil himself, Zane staring down at me. I swallow hard and he notices.

'Why are you staring at me?' He ask sharply. His words could cut class, but so could his jawline. Oh my gosh. I shake my head at my childlike thoughts.

'I'm sorry it won't happen again.' I mutter quietly while avoiding his gaze completely. I scurry around him only to be stopped by his warm hand grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to my old stance.

'I didn't hear one fucking word you said.' I flinch at that word. 'Look at me Cami.' He says my name annoyed but it's still sexy in my ears.

Wait, Cami? My eyes shoot up to his smoldering gaze and he smirks searching my face.

'I don't like being called Cami.' I say anger laced in my words. He furrows his eyebrows and then speaks.

'What? Everyone calls you Cami, even the teachers. Don't do this again.'

'Well I don't like when you say it.' I say before  thinking. My eyes widen, his face drops. But before I can read his eyes, he quickly recovers his composure and plants a smirk on his lips.

'Then if that's the reason I'm going to keep saying it.'

'Whatever.' I say looking at my feet and hurrying past him right as the warning bell rings. Great now I have five minutes to get to class. All because of that dumb thing. I roll my eyes and weave my way through the crowds in the narrow hallway of Rose high.