The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 1: Why Out Of All The People In This School Are You Here?

I close my car door, stepping out with my best friend Meagan. It's Wednesday, and I'm already ready for the weekend. I sigh and hug my books tighter as my brown hair sweeps across my face from the chilly wind. It's turning from spring to summer, and I am actually sort of terrified. I have four months left before my senior graduation, and  then it's off to (hopefully) my dream college. Stanford.

    I walk forward, but Meagan stops me.

    "Emma, look." she whispers. I don't even need to look where she's pointing. The loud engine of the motorcycle grabs my attention. Everyone stops and stares as the bad boy of the school gets off of it.

    And here, everyone, is where I introduce you to Arran Miller. At 6'2, with tan skin, bright gray eyes and dark brown hair, he is every girls dreams. Every girl except for me. I'm the only person to see him for what he really is. An arrogant prick.

    More like an Arran-gant prick.

    Haha. Nice one Emma.

    He thinks he's all that because of the fact that his dad owns this town. He's from an elegant, wealth dripping, family. He does whatever he wants  to, and he doesn't have to face any consequences for it. He knows his dad has hooks and strings in this town, and he rubs it in everyone's face. I don't get why everyone loves him and swoons over him so much. He's not someone that I think is "King" status worthy.

    Arran sets his helmet on his black 67' harley that I'm sure he worked for so hard... that is if you count kissing up to your dad as working. He straightens his signature black leather jacket and then turns around and walks into the school building.

    "Wow," Meagan sighs.

    "Yeah, wow is right." I grumble.

    "He's so... hot," she says sighing.

    "He's such a...  douche." I say, mimicking her voice. She shakes her head at me and smiles.

    "Whatever, let's just get to class." she laughs.

    We walked into the school and that's where Meagan and I go our separate ways for the first half of the day. I walk to my locker and open it, ignoring the word 'loser' that's written on it.

    Did I mention I wasn't exactly popular? Well, I'm not. I can thank that to the girl who has been torturing me since grade school. Victoria Mallory. The Thumbtack to my balloon, the Bane to my Batman, the Satan to my God. Do you get the picture?

    With bleach blond hair and blue malicious eyes, she's my worst nightmare. I open my locker and, without me thinking, green, gooey, slime spills on to me, covering me head to toe. I sit there, all of my books and papers scattered along the floor. The hallways are almost clear now, and I'm semi-grateful because I would be even more embarrassed had someone been here.

    "Looks like you got yourself in a messy situation, sweetheart." I hear an amused voice say behind me.

    I turn around to see Arran leaning against the wall, a big grin plastered on his face. I feel my face burn with an emotion, but I can't tell if it's embarrassment or anger. I guess I'll have to decide later while I'm planning Victoria's death.

    "Why, out of all the people in this school, are you here?" I ask.

    "Ow, my heart." he acts like he's been shot. "You know I have feelings too."

    "Fuck off, Miller." I growl as I wipe as much slime off my face as I can.

    "Wow, so much politeness it's unbearable. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he smirks.