Chapter 1
Main girl - Violet Everette
Pop. athletic hottie - Tristan Colbert
Badass' step sister - Skylar Kingsley-Holland
Pop. badass hottie - Tyler Holland
Slut 1 - Nicole Steele
Slut 2 - Chantelle Lapson-Ramirez
Slut 3 - Holly Spellman
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A brand new day and a brand new school year. Going on to my senior year was probably my happiest day ever. I got out of bed and changed into the outfit I had set out last night for me to wear. The front of the shirt was dark grey with a skull and the back is black sheer and the shirt itself is flowy and I wore white shorts with it.
"Hey mom." I chirped as I walked into the kitchen to greet my mom and a plate full of egg and bacon strips.
"Good morning sweetie. I cooked your favourite today, eggs and bacon." she beamed. Her eggs and bacon were to die for, I promise you that, not that the other food she cooks is bad or anything, she's an a-may-zing chef.
"Mmmm. I can see that." I laughed while walking over to the table and digging in.
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I turned around to see that Tristan had just pulled up on my driveway. You see, he's been my best friend since kindergarden. But then we went to different middle schools but we still kept in touch with each other and now here we are going onto our last year of high school together and no not that way. We are not together. What I meant was that we're going to the same school.
"Hey Tristan! How was your summer?! I missed you so much! It's like I haven't seen you in forever!" I bear hugged him so tightly when I got into the car that I probably could have suffocated him and I know I must have sounded really clingy but I'm not. I just haven't seem him in a really long time and we're really close so that's why.
"Vi.. Can't.. Breathe..." Tristan panted and I let go immediately.
"Sorry." I chuckled and with that we were off to school.
'Hey man!' 'Dude! What's up!' 'Aye, Tristan ma man! What's up!' was all I heard ever since I stepped in school with Tristan walking with me. You might be thinking why. Now let me tell you. I am BEST friends with the one and only Tristan Colbert, the school popular athletic hottie. All the girls practically worship and ogle over him. On the other hand, all the guy nerds either fear him or wish to be him.
"HEY VIOLET!" a scream rang through the hall and I shot my attention towards where the scream of my name was from. It was my best friend since grade 6, Skylar Kingsley. She was a really bubbly kinda person, always bright and cheery. But not today. She was running towards me with tears streaming down her cheeks. Something was wrong.
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. It's short. So far it's boring but it'll get better.
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Bad Boy Loves Me Not
Teen Fiction"Here's a deal. If I can finally break you down and get you in bed with me, I win. And if I can't by the end of the school year, then you win." "You're on."
