WILD *jb*

Chap. 1

I was, by any definition, a good girl. I was a straight A AP student with a 4.8 GPA. I had a job at a cafe working for my own money. I bought what I wanted with money I earned and that was where I got my satisfaction. I had good dental hygiene and I got a Brazilian wax even though I had no reason to. I took care of myself, enough to look decent and feel good about it. I didn't go to parties very often and I didn't get enjoyment out of drinking. I was good and I was pure.

I am not a rebellious person usually. I kept with the rules because that's what was safe. I didn't slide out of line and it really wasn't possible because of my father, Police Chief Edward Timmons, who treated me like a convicted felon the second something goes wrong.

I enjoy my life though. It's not terrible, boring at times but it could be worse and I'm grateful for it.

It was a Wednesday, of all days, today was the day I decided to dress down for school. I wore a super-oversized tan Nike t-shirt and a pair of ripped up high waisted jean shorts with a pair of blacked out Air Max Thea's. I had a sneaker obsession, something my Dad and I shared. He was cool when he was out of his uniform.

I brushed my dirty blonde hair and left it wavy. I didn't really wear makeup because I'd sweat it off at volleyball practice anyway. But, I had decent enough features to get away with it. I freckles that people thought were cute and dark eyelashes to compliment my light green eyes. My eyebrows were thick but shaped nicely and I had strong features, my Dad gave me a stronger jaw and my mom gave me high cheek bones.

My Dad was already gone when I walked out the door at 7:20, giving myself time to make sure I had everything in my book bag. I opened up one of my textbooks on top of the hood of my Honda Civic just as the wind blew by. It was a quick wind but it was strong enough to blow my homework over to the sidewalk.

I closed my book before going over to grab it but another hand was already on it when mine was. My eyes trailed up, looking at the dark ink covering this toned arm, making me bite down on my bottom lip. I stood up, looking at my saviors face and my lips parted. He was gorgeous. His hair was a messy rooted blonde, pulled back at the top in a neat bun. He had a strong jaw, his cheeks hallow as he stared back at me. His eyebrows were knitted together and his face was sweaty and before I knew it his big pink lips were moving and I wasn't catching a single word.
"Sorry?" I shook myself from my days and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"I said, watch the wind, it's been crazy lately. I think a storms coming." He handed me my paper and I nodded, noticing the sweat drenched shirt he was wearing. "I'm Justin," he held out his hand. My buddy and I just moved in down the street a few days ago."

"Oh, you're the obnoxious nuisance my Dad was ranting about!" I pointed, not  meaning to sound rude. I don't think he took it harshly because he laughed lightly and nodded. "I'm Teddy, Theodora but this isn't the 1800's so, I'm Teddy."

"Cute." He smirked, taking my hand slowly. "I uh," he cleared his throat. "Don't take this the wrong way, but um, how old are you?" He licked his lips and I suddenly felt my head spin. That was way hotter than it should be.

"I turned 18 two weeks ago." I smiled proudly. "Why?"

"Just curious if it would be totally wrong to want to see you again." He smiled back, scratching his cheek. My teeth instantly tugged back at my  bottom lip, my nerve levels going way up. "There's this party-"

"And you lost me." I laughed, shaking my head. "I don't do parties. I always end up carrying some drunk idiot to my car and taking them home. I don't drink, it's not my thing I've learned. Thank you for the offer but it's a no. It was nice to meet you, Justin, but I gotta go." I turned around and walked back to my car with a huge eye roll. Jesus, does everyone use parties as an excuse to hang out.

Yes, because alcohol induced vomiting and sloppy drunks falling all over the place in a room that smells like cigarettes and B.O. seem like a great way to get to know a person.

I put my bag in my passenger seat and waved to the floppy haired boy as I drove passed him. He waved back, a small grin on his face. It's a good thing he's cute because his way with females isn't an A+ effort.

The second I got to school my best friend, Amra, was running towards me as I got out of my car. "Ok, so, there's this thing tonight-"

"No. Jesus, why can't people understand-"

"It's not a party!" She defended quickly and I sighed. "My Dad is going to New York and I really don't want to be home alone so could you please come stay with me? I have hot new neighbors."

"Oh, I met one already. He's not all that." I snorted, walking with her to the main building. Amra lived down the street from me, we've been friends since we were kids. I liked living down the street from her, she's the only person that doesn't make me do stupid things.

"Well, my pool just got cleaned." She tried to bribe further but I just shook my head. I wasn't in the mood for a sleepover, especially with the new boy around. "I'll get you ice cream," she tried again but I didn't budge. "You can use the basement gym." She sang and I pouted. Her Dad had a huge gym made in the basement with all kinds of fancy equipment. He had a squat machine, which I always stared at, begging to use it.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "But, no boys."

"But, Toby is tall and he has the most amazing eyes-"

"No boys." I warned.

"You're no fun." She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I mean, ever since Matt, you run every time a boy gets too close."

"Not true! I talk to Zain all the time."

"Zain is my brother, that doesn't count." She shook her head. "It's ok to be heartbroken, but it's been 8 months."

"I'm fine. He's not going to dictate my happiness." I shrugged, tying my hair into a ponytail as we walked into the locker room. We had before school practice and after school, since season started next week. "Besides, he screwed himself."

"By knocking up a junior? Yea, he did. Be glad it wasn't you."

"Oh, I'm very glad." I snickered, sliding my jean shorts off to put on my black Nike Pro spandex and my practice t-shirt.

"Please, just think about moving on. Find someone else." She nudged my shoulder and I smiled, nodding slowly. "You're not going to be single forever."

"Why not? That sounds like so much fun!" I said sarcastically and she laughed.

"Maybe, Mr. Neighbor Boy will be what you're looking for." She cocked her eyebrow and I just grunted, shaking my head. "Come on, Teddy, he's cute."

"Maybe, but he's like every other boy. He just wants to hook up."

"How do you even know! You've talked to him once." She argued as we walked into the gym. "Maybe it was just a bad first impression."

"First impressions are everything. Besides, he looked way too old for me."

"But he's hot!" She whined, but I just gave her a stop look. I wasn't too crazy about the fact that he was hot. That's actually the last thing I'm looking for. I just want to meet a genuinely good guy. Or nothing else.

Hello! New story. I hope you guys like the idea. If you do, let me know. I'm really excited about it and I want you guys to enjoyyyy it. :)