Bad Girl Bad Guy

Chapter 1

    Harley's POV
         "Harley!" My bestfriend Brooklyn screamed at the top of her lungs. I turned to look at her. She has long red hair that is in a french braid and has a petite figure. Her green blue eyes sparkle. She is only 5'5 while I am at a good 5'2. I know short right. My name is Harley Rae and I just turned 17 a couple of days ago. I have large grey eyes and dirty blonde hair. My hair falls just above my butt. Did I not that mention that Brooklyn and I are the badasses of the school? Badass why you ask? Well let's just say I have a lot of personal problems so I like to rebel. Don't get me wrong, I used to be the good girl. I had straight A's and never got into trouble. Huh look at me now. Now I could care less about school. I know I don't have a good future ahead of me so why try ya know? "Harley" Brooklyn snaps causing me to come out of my thoughts. "Oh yeah. Sorry" I mumbled. "Come on chica!" She said as she started walking into hell, I mean school.   
                                                               After school
      I came around the corner and Becky's Foster Care came into view.Yeah I know foster care well both of my parents are dead so yeah. They died when I was 14 in a car accident. I had to live by myself after that cause there was no way I was going into the foster care system and I don't really know my relatives.  I got the money street fighting and doing illegal things. I was living by myself in a small rundown apartment because that was the only thing I could afford. I also had to get stuff like gas and food. I barely had enough food. I only got cheap stuff like raman noodles, soup, granola bars, and koolaid. Then on my 16th birthday I went to a street fight. The police must of followed someone there and they busted it. I tried to get away but of course they caught me. Once they found out I had no family they sent me here. I walked up the steps and into my room. My room had 1 black wall where my twin size bed was and the rest of the walls were grey. There wasn't really much on my walls except for a few records. Today Brooklyn and I are going to the skatepark and do some graffiti. I changed into black ripped skinny jeans, a white sleeveless crop top showing off my tattoo sleeve on my right arm and my black high top converse. I left my hair naturally wavy and put on my black nike snap back backwards . I grabbed my bag full of spray paint and my skateboard and was out the door.
                                                             After the skatepark
At the skatepark Brooklyn and I just skated and did some graffiti. I skated towards my "home" and I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Huh, must be some kid getting adopted. As soon as I walked in someone yelled my name. "Harley!!" Becky,the caretaker, yelled. "What?" I groaned back and walked to her office. As soon as I opened the door something felt wrong. I looked to the right and there sat the boys I haven't seen in 5 years. Blake, Jason, and Ryder. They all looked the same but manlier I guess would be the word.Blake still had that blonde hair and green eyes. Jason had brown hair and also had green eyes. But Ryder had black hair with the most beautiful blue eyes. They all had muscles. A lot of muscle. They all had the bad boy look going for them. Blake had jeans and a tight white t-shirt. The shirt shows his many tattoos but not a full sleeve. Jason was wearing black skinny jeans a grey hollister sweatshirt and combat boots. Ryder also had on black skinny jeans but was wearing a grey shirt. The sleeves went down to his elbows and you could see his tattoos. He has tattoos sleeves on both of his arms. They all had changed but then again I had changed too.
Ryder's POV
Mom said we are taking in a foster girl. So here we are in a car on our way going to the foster care home. "Dude, I hope she's hot!" Jason whispered to Blake and I. "Me too" I smirk at him. "You guys remember Harley right?" Mom asked. How could I forget. She was my childhood crush then she had to move. We all were bestfriends since diapers. She was a goody goody but I was ok with that. I wonder how she is doi-"Yeah why?" Jason asked pulling me out of my thoughts." Well, uh she is, umm the girl we are taking in!" Mom explained a little too quickly. "WHAT??? WHY WHAT HAPPENED TO HER???" We all asked."When she was 14 her parents died in a car accident. She was brought there a little over a year ago and we just found out about her." She explained. Her parents are dead? "Oh" Blake said quietly. The truth is we all still care about her even though we haven't seen her in 5 years."Wait, how was she living for those 2 years before she was brought there?!" I asked. "I don't know but I do know she was living alone." Mom said sadly. Jason, Blake and I looked at each other. We get to the foster care house and walk in. My parents lead the way to the office. It is just a regular house but with many rooms. "Hello, how can I help you?" A girl about 30 asked my parents."Hi, we are looking for Harley Rae." My mom told her politely. The lady scoffed and asked "Her? Really?". My mom looked taken back. "What do you mean? Harley is a nice girl" The lady bursted out laughing." Oh my that was a good one! That's not her anymore. She is the worst one we've got here and we got some pretty bad ones" The lady clearly states. She leaves all of us in a shocked state. "What do you mean? Harley is a good girl. She got straight A's and was never in trouble!" Jason practically shouted. "She may of been like that when she was little but she is completely different now. Whatever happened to her changed her." She speaks with sympathy in her eyes. We all were shocked and didn't say anything for a few moments. "We would like to adopt her." My mom speaks quietly. "Ok. Oh and by the way my name is Becky." Becky said in disbelief. After getting everything all signed and stuff my dad asked what trouble has she gotten into. "Well" She says getting out a folder. "She got expelled from school by putting someo-" she got cut of by the front door opening. "Harley!" She called. "Yeah!" A feminine voice shouts back. A few seconds later the door opens and she walks in. She looks totally different. She is about 5'2 and is wearing a crop top so you can see her tattoo sleeve. She was wearing black skinny jeans and black high top converse. Her hair is long and wavy. She also has a black nike snap back on backwards. She looked badass in other words. She has a skateboard and a bookbag slung lazily over her shoulder. She stares in shock at us. I look over to my brothers and see they have the same look... Shock. What happened to her to make her like this? I will find out. I promise you that Harley. You can't hide from me.

                                                            Harley is at the top