THE BRITISH BAD BOY & ME
CHAPTER 2: First Day
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CASSIE’S POV
** 4 Days Later **
“Cassie” I heard a faint whisper in my ear.
“Casssie, wake up” I heard the faint voice again.
“Cassie!” The voice exclaimed.
“Leave me aloneeeee.” I groaned as I turned the other way, trying to go back to sleep.
I heard her footsteps fade as water started running.
I sighed. What the hell is she doing?
And before I can even rub my eyes, she pours a cup of freezing cold water on me.
“MOM!” I exclaimed as I jumped up in my bed.
“What?” She asks with a innocent face.
“What the hell?!” I shouted.
“Watch your language. And next time, wake up when I tell you to. Now go take a shower. You have 45 minutes until your bus comes.” She said and placed the cup down before walking out the room.
I groaned as I flung my head back.
Wait.
Bus?
I cannot take a bus as the new girl. I’ll embarrass myself before I even get to the school.
“Wait! Why can’t I just drive your car? I have my license.” I asked
“You have a American license, Cassie. Not a England license.” She stated.
“Ugh. Well can you at least drive me?” I begged.
“Alright then. Well then you better get going. Your time was just cut 15 minutes shorter. Be ready in 30.” She smiled before going downstairs.
“Thanks mom!” I shouted at her.
She raised her coffee mug in the air with a thumbs up while continuing to walk downstairs.
So I closed my bedroom door before going into my bathroom and taking a quick shower.
I wrapped my towel around my body before going into my closet and drawers to find something to wear.
I smiled as I quickly grabbed a cream-colored tank top and my mustard colored jeans and folded them up to make them capris. Then I found one of my favorite blazers which was mustard colored, just like my pants and put it on. Then I added my multicolored floral round scarf and put it on with my blue stoned necklace. And then for my shoes I put on my all brown Sperry’s.
Sperry’s are the shit man. They’re my shit at least. I have like 5 pairs. In my opinion, they’re the cutest, comfiest, stylish shoes ever.
But as you can see, I’m a bit of a fashionista. And that’s probably the only thing I have in common with all these snobby British people.
But I don’t buy Prada and Michael Kors stuff. GOD, I wish I could but I can’t.
Like seriously, ain’t nobody got money for dat.
So legit, I go to all the cheap, clearance stores or at least the stores I can afford or my parents can afford.
My dad wasn’t exactly poor. Actually my dad had a lot of money. He’s the one who bought me the more than affordable clothes. And when I buy myself clothes, with my own money from my job, I’m the one who goes to the cheap stores.
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The British Bad Boy & Me
Teen Fiction"Every girl wants to be the one to change me, Cassie Collins. But you're just the new American girl." He smirked as he whispered in my ear. Ben Adams street fights at least three times a week. He gets into trouble constantly, breaks the law, and do...
