The Bad Girl Project

This dare is god damn awful. Why her of all people, well I get why she's a goody goody. Your classic doesn't do anything wrong who listens to what daddy says girl.

Let me explain. I'm Connor Evans and I am the Lake Miller high school bad boy. I'm not that bad. It's not like I hook up with tons of girls. The way I got my reputation just skipping a couple classes, just the god damn awful ones. They're all awful but the worst of the worst classes with those teachers no one can stand.

No one here in this small town does much wrong- or so the adults think. Almost every teen is wild except one. Her name Skylar Summers, she drives me insane. Not the good insane like in love insane but, the kind of insane where you want to pull your hair out.

This dare I have to do, god help me through this or I will fucking kill myself. I have to get this good girl to be bad. You know like those cheesy romance novels girls like to read where there's a bad boy who turns good for the girl this is the opposite. I have to make the good girl go bad for me.

At least she's decent looking. What am I saying?!? I have to admit this is one hot nerd good girl! She had straight red hair that went to her shoulders. She had those stereotypical nerd glasses; not because she's hipster because she actually needs them. She wore beanies and snap backs sometimes. She was class president since freshmen year. This year, junior year, probably brings the same. She's a high tops girl. I absolutely despise her with every bone in my body.

I know almost everything about her. Her favorite color, favorite brands, and so on. Now you might be asking how do I know so much about a girl I hate? This girl Skylar Summers isn't just any girl. I don't stalker but I used to be her bestfriend.

So how did our friendship end? That's complicated. She doesn't even know why, and she never will.

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'Day one of my junior year' I wrote in calligraphy in my journal.

Hi, I'm Skylar Summers. People see me as a goody goody. They see my life as perfect, my dad's a lawyer my mom's a doctor. I have great grades, straight As, just so you know. Class president, potential Stanford student- if Harvard doesn't get me first.

That's how everyone else sees my life. I see my life as my mom and dad are never home. Keeping up my grades stressing me tons plus being class president ugh. Stanford and Harvard trying to get me already? I'm only a junior, can you not? They can come after me next year.

You may ask why do this all? I can't control my parents' work schedule. My grades mean the world to me. Plus if I got anything but As my dad would kill me. Class president, mom pushed me towards it. She says and I quote, 'You need to get your priorities straight. Collages are looking for things that make you stand out, this will help.' Well thanks mom, collages won't stop bothering me now.

I still can't help but worry about my ex bestfriend Connor. I know he hasn't spoken to me since 8th grade but still. We were bestfriends from age 4 to the end of our 8th grade year. I don't know why our friendship ended but I'm still determined to find out. He's our school's bad boy, not what you'd expect me to care about, right? He wasn't always the bad boy. Preschool through 8th grade he was a nice guy. Then freshmen year came along he ignored me and started skipping classes.

It's so aggravating, thinking about him. He was always there then he just disappeared for the summer. He walked in freshmen year new attitude. That caring sweet guy I knew was just gone.