The Bad Boy's Good Girl

2. "Hey, Steele, Where's My Camera?"

Thanks so much for the cover on the side, it's amazing!

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My heart like a firework in my chest.

My only regret, is having regrets.

Travelled the world, I loved every step

And all I know is, 

No one, no one lives forever, we will be remembered for what we do right now.

(Living Louder - The Cab)

I wake up the next morning sore. I already know my day won't be that great.

"Dylan, honey," my mom says, opening the door. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, mom," I lie through my teeth, seething as my calves burn every time I move my legs. "Why do you ask?"

"You fell off of your bed, like, seven times last night," she shakes her head. "But I haven't been called in, so, on a totally different note, breakfast is ready."

"Okay," I say. I move, but it hurts so much I hiss out, "My body is broken."

My mom just rolls her eyes. "Get dressed."

She closes the door behind her, and I pull myself up, wincing at the pain in my sides. I drag my aching body to the window and look outside, pulling the window up with effort. 

It's overcast, and a breeze is fluttering through the air. I shiver as cool Autumn air hits my exposed skin.

I walk over to my dresser, barely ignoring the pain as I take out a long sleeved forest green shirt and black skinny jeans. I slip on my white converse and throw my unruly hair into a top knot.

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I tread downstairs and sigh in relief as the burning in my calves dims. I sit down at the table, and my mom places a plate with bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

"Thanks, mom," I say, grinning at her. I take a bite of my eggs, nearly moaning at how good it tastes. My mother is a really good cook, but she stopped making gourmet things after my dad had died.

I finish my breakfast and rinse the plate in the sink. I hop the stairs and brush my teeth in the bathroom, making sure I don't have morning breath. I slip my phone into my back pocket and jump the stairs down, wincing when I realise that not all the pain is gone.

"Bye, mom!" I call, walking out the front door. I slam it shut, not waiting for her response.

I slip out my phone and call Noel. She picks up after the third ring.

"Hello?" She says, and I can hear her engine revving.

"Hey, where are you?" I ask, observing the empty streets.

"Late. Sorry, Jamie unplugged my alarm clock, the little shit," she seethes. Jamie is her younger brother, and, while extremely adorable, he can be quite a handful.

"That's why I'm glad I'm an only child," I chuckle lightly. "Okay, then, see you soon."

"I'll be there in five."

"'Kay," I drop the call.

After five tedious minutes, Noel's glossy red car pulls up front. She switches gears, motioning for me to get in. I stand up, brushing the nonexistent dirt off of my jeans.

I open the door and step in. Noel wolf - whistles.

"Sexy," she smirks.

"I, like, know, right?" I say in a bad imitation of a popular Queen Bee.