Why Not to Date a Bad Boy.

Chapter 1- They play the game.

Chapter 1- They play the game.

I was rushing to my afternoon class already 10 minutes late. My stupid roommate thought it would be funny to use all the hot water, leaving me to take a very cold one. Remind me to pour cold water on her in the morning for revenge. Plus I just had to stop for a coffee making me even more late.

I fly around a corner and bump into someone, spilling my coffee all over myself.

"Shit!" I say loudly and try pulling my shirt away from my stomach the hot coffee already burning my skin. I hiss in pain not even noticing the man before me before he yells at me.

"Watch it!" The guy says angrily and I glare up at him. He looks down at me angrily and I gasp, he's not even touched with coffee he should be thankful, and feel bad for bumping into me.

His bright blue eyes pierce in mine with a look of disgust clearly pissed but I have a feeling he was mad before I even bumped into him. His black hair is in his eyes in a mysterious way his fists clenched like he was just ready to go off on someone.

"I could say the same thing myself." I say angry now because he has the audacity to pick a fight with me. I feel the heat seeping through my peach shirt and I groan sucking in a breath.

"Whatever fuck off." He says and pushes past me walking away. I turn and see his retreating back and my jaw drops.

"Wow what a gentleman." I call out to him and he flips me the bird and I gasp. I look down at my shirt and go to a nearby bathroom taking it off.

Thanking god I have a tank top on I slip my shirt in my purse and put on a hoodie. The wet stain has cooled down so now I'm just wet, cold, and pissed.

I guess it's bad for me to judge that guy because something might be going on and I don't even know it, but he could atleast be polite and say sorry.

Not that I did but the guy started being rude first..

I look at my watch and see I'm twenty minutes late for class and I sigh but still go. I need to go to class if I want to fulfill my dream as a writer.

I reach my class walking in a little to abruptly then everyone turns to look at me and I blush, I hate being the center of attention.

"Nice of you to join Miss Spencer." The teacher says and I nod taking my seat. I don't look at the people staring at me but I look at my teacher hopeing I don't look stupid. I always have this feeling he hates me, like he thinks I'm some spoiled brat who gets everything handed to me. But if I did I wouldn't be here so he can get use to seeing me.

"I hope you have started your year project because the deadline is coming up soon. You can give me the first chapter or a summary of the book, whatever works for you, but I need it by next month." He says and everyone nods. We have to write a short story by the end of the year. It goes in as 50% of our grade and I haven't even started.

I have no clue what to write about and I only have a month! My teacher continues rambling about how authors should revise and edit their work and I doze off. I'm only in this school because my father said I need to work for my accomplishments.

If I wanted to I could have a book published anytime I want because my dad is super rich, but he raised me right so I know I need to work up to my success.

When class is over I hurry out so I can change because my shirt still isn't dry.

I get to my dorm and walk into a nightmare. My eyes widen at the site of my room and I feel my stomach drop.

My room is completely trashed and my roommate Jacey is crying throwing clothes everywhere.

"Jacey?! What are you doing?" I ask annoyed at the mess and she turns to me. She looks horrible and I frown, her brown hair isn't straight like usual but in a crazy mess. Her makeup unfortunately isn't water proof so she looks like a raccoon, with mascara everywhere. This can only mean one thing.