The bet with the bad boy

TBWTBB- chapter 1- Description

Skye is the one in the picture btw! Hope you enjoy my new story that I will be updating as soon as I can! Oh and I would like to shout out to Kacey mcandrew for making my cover photo! Go check out her account (kaceymc04).

So in case you wondering I'm Skye Carson but my friends call me Skye. I'm 16 and my life was just like any of other high school student, full of homework and studying. But that's until the glorious, infamous... Zach Jones

Yep you guessed it, the schools most uptight (fit may I add) bad boy. He is everything a girl dreams about and everything a boy inspirers to be, even without talking to him everyone practically knows everything about him (so we thought) but I suppose that's what being popular is all about.

Ever since my dad died it's just been me, Liam (Liam is my brother) and my mum. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum but that still doesn't mean I don't long for the day my dad with will return. My parents were like two peas in a pod and there love for each other was undeniable and it broke my mums heart when we found out that my dad had been involved in a car accident. His injuries were fatal With his lung being punctured from his broken rib which was caused by the impact of the car crash.

My dad was the typical father like figure, he worked as a famous footballer and was well known, he earned thousands a day which is why we live in a mansion. On the other hand my mum worked as and famous model which also earned a fair bit, which is how we are surviving now.

I may live in a house that would be classed as mansion, actually that's
an understatement, more like a castle but I wouldn't call myself a stuck up rich kid. If anything I am the opposite of that, I am all up to fashion and has designer clothes and everything but I don't take advantage of these properties of being rich. To be fair I would still class my self as another face in the crowd, which is what I prefer and would like to keep that way.

Popularity was never my thing as that category seems to be stuck up and fake af. With the barbie dolled bimbos and there size D cup boobs and there bleach blonde hair that was always being twisted around there scrorny, pointy fake nails. And then there's the kens, the exact replica of the barbies except in male form, but not all are like that as there is the stereotypical bad boys that just about have a new brat every week to 'for fill their needs' and their self centred personalities. But lets not forget the jocks and the cheerleader which think they are the centre of the world. Yeah I know what your thinking, they seem nice! -note the sarcasm-

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If your wondering what my father looked like well his body figure was tall and muscular which was always complimented by the typical black business suit. His face was shaped with a sharp square jaw line with a mid length layer of stubble. He had piecing blue eyes with long eye lashes which had perfectly shaped eyebrows arched above his eyes. Above his face was dirty blonde tousled hair that was cut into a quiff with the sides shaved. Over all, most people would call my dad handsome but obviously I wasn't going to admit that!

On the other hand my mother was tall slim and typical body of a model but she still had her curves. She would always wear her dirty blonde hair in a casual beach wave style which shaped her feminine, sun kissed skin face. She also had electric blue eyes which look like they could stare into your soul, I suppose they weren't lying when they said that the eyes are the windows to your soul.