The Bad Boy's Good Girl

Chapter 1

I look back at the room I'm leaving. There's still a bunch of boxes I have to bring downstairs, but other than that, it's practically empty. We just moved into this house six months ago and now we're leaving another home for, what feels like, the millionth time. My parents move around a lot because of their job so I can't really blame them. We have a roof over our heads and food on the table. I just learned to accept that I probably won't ever make real friends or full participate in anything until college.

I grab the rest of the boxes and leave them in the living room, where the rest of the boxes are. I walk into the kitchen and take a seat next to my brother who's shoving down a bunch of bacon strips down his throat.

"Christian! Stop eating like a pig!" My mother scolds, while I chuckle.

"Sorry mom. Your food is just so good." Then Christian moans, the oil from the bacon dripping down his chin. Not a pretty picture.

"That doesn't mean you have to act like I haven't fed you real food in a million years, Christian Jacob!" My mom replies.

"Sorry, sorry, it won't happen again." He said with a frown.

By that he means, "okay, I won't eat like that for the next meal, but I will continue eating like a pig after that." I chuckle at the thought.

"So honey, what do you want for breakfast?" My mom asks me.

"Bacon and eggs please." I reply, with a smile on my face.

My mom hands me a plate. "Eat up sweetie. We're going to leave soon." I quickly finish my breakfast and walk up to my room to get ready.

I strip off all of my clothes then walk into the shower. I drown my hair in my shampoo and conditioner then later my body with my body wash. After that, I walk to my closet to put on the only outfit left in there.

I put on knee length black leggings, a plain white t-shirt, and some black converse. I blow dry my light brown hair and leave it in it's natural wavy state.

I put my blow dryer and my bathroom items into my bag and head downstairs. I get into my dad's car and we head off. Dad drove us to the airport and we board on our private jet while the workers were sending our things to our new house in California. Honestly, I was a little sad leaving New York. I always loved living in the city, but now I have trade city life for the beach life.

I fell asleep for almost the entire flight. When I woke up, I walked into the tiny airplane bathroom and fixed my hair since it got messy from my nap. Luckily, I didn't put on make up. It would've been a mess. I didn't need to since we were just flying. I just fill in my eyebrows, apply eyeliner and some strawberry flavored lip balm.

I walked out of the bathroom and waited for us to land. When we finally did, we got our luggage and head to our new home.

Well, our new home is way bigger than our old one. It's your standard 2 story home with a roundabout drive way and an elegant gate, surrounding the property.

I look at my parents. "Why did you buy this place if we're just going to move again in 6 months?"

"We were thinking of just staying here till you finish up high school. I mean, there's no point in moving anymore." Dad answers.

"So does that mean I won't have to worry about moving for my last 2 years of high school and same for Christian for his senior year?" I asked, excitedly.

"Yes, sweetie." Mom grins.

I was on cloud 9. I didn't need to worry about starting over and over and actually have a real start and make friends and everything.