Good Girl Gone Wrong

5: Mr. Badboy Knows Me

5.

" How did you know my name? " I curiously asked.

" Meet me here the exact spot after school. "

" And I refuse the offer, I have somewhere to attend Mr. Anderson, " I smiled politely as possible even though it hurts quite badly, " please let go of me now. "

Yes, he was holding on to my wrist. Its hurts badly as he was squeezing it really tightly.

" No, " His dark green eyes and his wavy slighted darken hazel brown hair looked into my eyes and he went closer to me, to be precise right beside my ears, " You better be here or your whole high school life with be ruined. No more Sharpay fanatsy but just plain loner. You hear me? "

" I don't if you realized Mr. Anderson, that I'm the one whose family donates money to STM people like you or students with problems. Feel free to consult a conselour if you would like to. Consultantion and in the process of people are all free. " and just like that, he dropped his hands, allowing me to get up and walk back to school.

Yes I do have the money and I'm not smart as well. Exactly what you heard in your little brain of yours. I am not smart.

I am actually just an average teenager who sucks at lessons and is invisible to the whole world aka my high school but just because he said ' hi ' to me in the morning caused me to meet Mr. Badboy.
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Still I took the bus home as usual.

Do you know how stressful it is to be rich and not allowing anyone to know? Including your own good friends, not gonna count them as best friends because I don't have any rights as I have to hide things from them and that is having no honesty. I would have to alight one stop before and walk the whole way, as you can tell the stop that I alight is the not so well off area; whereas right after that is where all the rich kids live. Yeah, me.

So I would have to at least walk that much to go home.

" Hello Auntie Marie, I'm home. " I said through the bell speaker.

The gates immediately opens as soon as my voice ended. I trugged into home and having this thought of going to my room is amazing yet toturous. Remember? Two-floors, not like I'm complaining.

" Little miss, what would you like to eat? "

It was around three in the afternoon after I took a twenty-minute shower and took my own sweet time to change and relax.

" Auntie Marie, why do you always call me Little Miss? I'm not those little cartoon characters! "

" But Madam says I have to call you little miss! So I have to follow orders. " She said in her country's accent.

" Just call me Cal, " I gave her the look, " when Momma's not home. And langsana please. "

Hello im starting to get loads of inspiration so trust its gonna be good bc my dad has blocked the wifi on 30/11/2015 so im not v sure when I can show you this:(