The Bad Boy's Changing Me

Chapter 2

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

He was hot. Really hot, like the kind of hot deep down you always have fantasies about hot. He had a sharp jaw line. Green eyes and dark black hair. But the way he looked at me with anger pissed me off. He made it seem like this was my fault!
"What the fuck ever just move out of my way" he snarled.
I was scared. But I wasn't gonna show him that. I just stood there. Arms wrapped around my books giving him a rude look. "Would it kill you to say please once in a while?" Bastard.
He pushed me against my locker and spoke through gritted teeth.
"What did you just call me?"
Shit shit shit I said that out loud. Might as well give him the rest. "I called you a bastard. And next time you lay a finger on me, is the day..we'll never." I smirked and walked away but someone grabbed me and pulled me back. It was him.
This time he pinned me against the locker and whispered in my ear causing my breath to stop. "Next time I lay a finger on you will be in bed hot shot."
He smirked and walked down the hall and turned the corner. While I stayed there in shock as the bell rang.

•••
"He really said that to you, and you really said that to him?" Thea was excited about this morning she made me tell her the whole thing twice not missing a single detail. "Yes and I don't even know his name! Can we just forget about it and leave now?"I mumbled.
We were outside of the school parking lot. Thea's brother took her car so we walked home. It wasn't a long walk but the heat outside was to much. "Was he cute?" She said.
Mental note. Quit telling Thea shit
"Yes he's was but he was rude and had this bitchy attitude." I whined. I kept out the part of him calling me ugly because truthfully it hurt.
Thea kept asking me questions about the whole deal with the bastard this morning until we reached our front doors. Thea lived two houses down from me and we grew up together. I met her at school in second grade. I was alone In the bathroom crying because some kid pushed me and said that I was a girl and I couldn't play soccer. So she dragged me out of the bathroom, took the ball away from the boys and we started too play. I invited her over too my house and it turned out we lived right next too each other and we've been sisters ever since.

When I got home I threw my book bag on the kitchen table, grabbed and apple and ran upstairs. My brother Kyle was blaring his piece of shit music and you could smell the weed seeping out from under his door. I barged in his room and regretted it immediately. "Kyle what the fuck!" I slammed his door and let him get back to his business with the next victim in his bed. Disgusting I thought. He was with a different girl each week and it gets sad watching girls burst out of his room crying after the sex. But then again they knew Kyle and they knew his ways.
I went too my room and started to play my music. I turned on some wiz khalifa and began writing. You know how people have there escape from something weather it's music, art, drawing. Well mines writing, i write about bad things that happen and turn them into something cheerful. For example, Kyle and his bimbo.
"I burst into my brothers room. He was playing black ops two with his girlfriend. SOBER. "Kyle do you mind beating up this bastard at my school he rudely bumped into my And called me ugly. Then my loving caring brother found the bastard and killed him. That's the end of my fabulous day folks."
But that would never happen. My brother never has time for me anymore. He's been smoking way to much for my liking and I guess that drove us apart. We used to read each others minds were we close. But I guess things change that you can change back.
I heard the front door slam and I went down too greet my mom. I knew it wasn't my dad because the last time he came around was when I was eight.

*flashback*
My mom had just got off the phone with my dad. I could barely believe he was coming to see me! I ran up the stairs and grabbed all my favorite coloring books,my blankets and pillows,and my photo albums so I wouldn't forget too fill them up. I ran outside and sat on the porch and waited. Daddy was taking so long so I decided to get out my coloring book and start coloring.

I had filled out six coloring pages until I realized the sun had came down. It was 8:00pm. I left my stuff outside and ran to my mom. "Mommy why isn't daddy here yet I filled up half my coloring book already." I giggled.
"Umm.. Well sweetie" I saw hesitation in her face. I knew he wasn't coming. "It's okay mom, i know daddy doesn't love me." I ran outside, grabbed my stuff and darted for my room. I was only eight at the time but I understood a lot more than the average.

My mom was just Tossing he keys on the counter when I walked it. "Hey mom." I said while she smiled. "Hi honey how was school today?" She asked. The one question that I was ignoring for today
I plastered on a fake smile. "It was great mom I hadn't had a good day like that in a while."  Sadly my mom knew I was lying. I guess you can say lying isn't my specialty. "What is it honey you can tell me anything you know that right." She said with a sad smile. I said the first thing I could think of. "Ma it's just the time of the month." I mumbled. Yes I understood we were alone but I still felt weird to state this things out loud.
I went back up stairs before she could protest.