Madison's P.O.V.
BEEPPPPP!!! BEEEEPPPPP!
I crash my hand onto the snooze button to shut it up. I really didn't want to go to school but what choice do I have? Meghan is going to be here soon anyway.
"Get your lazy ass out of that bed and get dressed." Speaking of the devil.
"Can I just have 15 more minutes?" I plead to Meghan.
"No get your ass out of bed. We have to get to school, I hear that Ashley got back from California." She says super excited.
Ashley? Why her? My worst enemy, but also my best friend's other best friend. This may not be good. I thought to myself trudging over to my closet.
I pick out a signature lifeguard sweatshirt, and some black skinny jeans. I slip them on then come out of my closet to brush my hair. Trying to tame this curly red mess is such a struggle.
"Sorry babes, I can't straighten your hair today. I let you sleep in longer then I usually do. Would you like me to put it in a messy bun?" Meghan asked using a mom voice.
"Sorry 'mom' didn't know you liked my hair that much. Sure you can put it in a bun." I said jokingly.
She could actually tame the red curls and put it in a messy bun. She put out a few loose strands then did my makeup without my permission. After she finished my appearance, I put on my thick rimmed glasses and grabbed my backpack.
"Do I have to go today?" I whine.
"Yes! We need to go to school, and rock it." She said slamming her fist on my desk.
"Finneee." I really do not want to go but whatever.
*
She drives me to school and we instantly see a crowd gathered in the courtyard. What the hell is going on?
I push through the crowd slowly not wanting to draw attention. In the center of this amazing crowd, stands the one and only, Ashley Rose.
I just about gag seeing who else is with her. The one and only bad boy, Jess Walker.
His tousled blonde hair and the perfect sun tan. Those striking blue eyes pop from the black v-neck her was wearing. What the hell am I saying? Am I swooning over this jerk? No way, not possible.
I walk into school getting away from that mess. I go straight to class and sit up front of photography. This class should get interesting soon. We have to do this project soon and he is picking our partners... Great! (Note the sarcasm)
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Good Girl Gone Bad
Roman pour Adolescents"What are you doing here?" He said with cold eyes, his voice venom. "I...I um..." I stuttered. He is scaring the crap out of me. It seemed that my stuttering of being scared just edged him on and boost his ego. "Awe, is the poor, little baby scared...
