Getting Married to the Bad Boy *REVISED* (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

Hey guys, here is another update for GMTTBB. Read and Enjoy. 

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Remember when I said Reece and I were never going to hold a conversation ever again? Yeah, well, it took three days for that statement to become completely bogus.

Things were finally getting back into gear, Reece was nothing but a walking rumour, that I had no interaction with and it was back to Rachel and Amanda trying to drag me over to the dark side. The only difference? They had a little more to add to the coaxing, all thanks to the dinner event that took place in my house that fateful Monday.

"Think about it, Paige." Rachel said as she tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear for the eleventh time. We decided to eat outside in the courtyard for lunch today, and the wind was a little on the heavy side this afternoon, playing as a complement to the hot California sun that was slightly being blocked by the tree we sat under. Rachel was getting agitated, and it was only a matter of time before she lashed out at it, full throttle.

"It pains me to say this, but what if its destiny calling?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious," she whined. "I'd much rather you and Reece than him and that ughh."

"Don't remind me," Amanda warned, "Unless you're into food projectile."

As I said before, Reece gossip was an inevitable thing at Rickston High. It happened every morning, and more times than not, those gossips lasted throughout the day. However, a new morning always meant new gossip, and there were only two topics that stayed stagnant in the gossip circle of Rickston High: His good looks and his financial standings, but this one was different. Apparently, Heather Stone was Reece's new flame, which was fine, according to Rachel and Amanda, because everyone knew he had his tumble in the sheets with a few girls, and they were only hoping that they'd be blessed to do the same before graduation. The problem? That she still is.

"The gossip has been circling for three whole days, Paige," Amanda said, as she leaned back in her chair, her arms folded. "Not to mention, she's made it a show to play intense tonsil hockey with him every chance she gets. I'm just glad this place exists, so I don't have to deal with it every afternoon. Like any other girl, but Heather, she's like just... no"

I looked at my friends, a smile threatening to break out on my face. Clearly, I wasn't trying hard enough to hide it because Rachel called me out. "Why are you smiling? Do you think this is funny?" The wind chose that perfect moment to blow at full force, bringing her hair to cover her entire face.

Strike two

"I'm sorry, I just find it ridiculous that he has such control over your daily lives. Do you really have nothing to do? Listen, I've spoken to him first hand, at my house. Do you know what that means?"

"That you're a lucky bitch?" Amanda chipped in.

"No, it means that I saw the real Reece, and you know who the real him is? An asshole. Underneath all that perfect creation is a piece of shit who cares about nothing but himself and you guys could do so much better."

It was silent for a bit. My speech may have been short, but I said what needed to be said.

"How are you so sure that the side you saw was the real him?" Rachel asked.

I didn't have a response to that, the fact that he was in a setting separate from Rickston High proved nothing.

She continued. "I think your dislike for him makes you view him in a negative light."

"I could say the same for your obsession," I responded.

"Touché"

"You'll see it our way eventually. Just call it a gut feeling," Amanda said with a smirk.