The Bad Boy I Fell For

CHAPTER 1

"This is a new year. A new beginning.
And things will change." -Taylor Swift

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||CHAPTER 1||

LIFE TURNED OUT TO BE NOT AS GREAT AS PEOPLE SAID IT WOULD BE. Don't be fooled.

Well, it all would've been much better if not for this mind of mine. Still, I couldn't blame it. If I wanted to blame anyone, I should be blaming myself for sharing the idea. I had to admit that it rather turned out to be a disaster. It was worse than putting kids in the kitchen with flour and eggs. They could mess the kitchen up real bad, yet you could still clean up the mess. But in this case, no cleaning up could be done. There was nothing I could do.

If there was any chance I could go back, even if it's just a slight one, I don't mind trying. And that, is how bad the situation is and how desperate I was.

We recently moved to a new and random town due to some reasons. Reasons I wouldn't want to share yet.

Here, the town was busy and packed with people. Back in where I came from, the streets were always so quiet and parks were deserted. One of the reason why I wanna go back, the park. I could have it for myself and no one would come and disturb.

It was the second week here and I'm already regretting everything. The first week was pretty much boring and eventful. We were unpacking all our stuff and cleaning the house. I didn't enjoy any second of it and was glad when we were finally done.

I wasn't those typical bimbos who only care about shopping and guys, but I was glad that I was going shopping today. It was much better than unpacking, though I'd rather sleep or do something else at home. But I didn't have a choice because I left most of my clothes back at where I came from. School was starting tomorrow, so I needed to get some stuff urgently.

I was lying on my bed when my mom shouted from the kitchen," Summer, do you mind bringing out the trash? I'm busy right now."

"Sure." I answered her. I left my room and headed downstairs. " What are you making?" I saw her busy with the ingredients and bowls stacked in the sink.

"Oh, just making my best dish." My mom was best at making roasted chicken and potatoes. She would normally make more gravy because she knows that I love her gravy the most. When it comes to her cooking, the word diet doesn't exist anymore.

Eyeing her, I questioned, "Why are you making that dish? As long as I remember, you only make it on special occasions." It was true, she only makes it on our birthdays or if something good happened.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! The neighbors invited us over for dinner, so I'm bringing this over for later."

Now that makes sense. I took the trash and headed out the door. I threw the trash and headed back in. Turning around, I saw a guy around my age entering the house beside ours. We made eye contact as he turned and smile at me.

I did not return the gesture—I wasn't being rude, just....I had no idea why—and walked in the house.

As I walked up, I thought in my mind for reasons why I didn't smile at my neighbour. And I came up with quite a few:

1) Maybe I was stunned when I saw such a beautiful face

2) Refer to 1), except that he don't have a beautiful face, instead he has an ugly one