The Hazards of Hating the Bad Boy (#2 of The Hazards Series)

*Chapter 1 - Right back where we started*

A/N: HEY, PEOPLE! IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES, YOU ARE AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU! If you haven't, you won't read this but yeah... I sort of dislike you. I won't say hate because I don't hate anyone, just really dislike them.

Anyway, same rules apply here. No criticism of me, extreme criticism against characters, no insults, no targeting.

English is not my language and although that shouldn't be my excuse since I speak average english everyday and is almost better than normal english speakers here, I still have the natural flow that others have and I need to discover it without anyone targeting me and saying your grammar is horrible or something like that.

Also, one new rule. I never thought this would happen to me but a few people in my books - I will not name who since I have given up on them - has commented hurtful comments of how cliché my story was and how they hated it so they were going to quit for a better book.

Well guess what? Pardon my french in advance but I don't give two fucks about you haters. Yes, I swear, that's why I apologized. I literally couldn't give one single shit about you so get over your hate and not say anything. As others say, don't say anything if you have nothing to say. If you desperately want to say something horrible to me, do it directly, not through the book where everyone can see how petty and pathetic it is.

Phew, so that rant is done. Sorry about that folks! On with the story!

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VIVIENNE

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'Vivienne!'

I turn around, my newly dyed golden curls swishing behind me. A new year called for a new style.

'Cassandra!' I scream with equal amount of joy, running to her the best I could with my heels.

Remember my wacky mum with an obsession with fashion? Well she won me over. It's all part of my new fresh start. I'm actually getting used to it.

The ginger runs into my arms with her squeal, suffocating the air out of me. I choke but laugh soon, trying to hide my discomfort. When she let goes, I breathe heavily. I stop when she beams at me with her glorious smile.

So... you guys must be confused. What happened to our dodgy relationship? What happened to the betrayal? What happened to... forget that.

Over the summer holidays, Cassandra's family visited France while I went to Australia for some nice tanning sessions. We bonded over Skype and even cried tons. We gave each other screen-to-boob hugs and made up. By the end of our holidays, we arrived home and forgave each other in person.

What did I forgive her for? For dating Beau and flaunting him around in front of me when she knew before I liked him before I did. Yup, the truth is out. That was out during our screen-to-boob hugs. It was a shock but what's done is done, right? Not like he and I were still possible.

In the mentions of him, I must inform you. He's back. The player. He isn't as occupied as before and has many hazy days he spends rejecting thousands of girls but now, he's back and moving on, just as I wished he would.

Truth be told, it hurts. It hurts so damn much and I have no idea why. I left him and broke both our hearts in one go but I'm the one left hurting now while he heats up his bed with a new girl everyday. I don't let it show and if it does, I rely on Cass to help me.

'Did you see... you-know-who? That ass is a fine piece of art but a major dickhead.' Cass commented, referring to the previous devil a.k.a Beau Alec Lancaster.

Surprised? You should be. After our many Skype chats, she grew to recognize his evilness which I saw before I felt something new for him and began despising him. She was the new Vivienne and I was the Cassandra. Except, Beau was no longer in our picture.