The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 15: What Does My Bad Boy Have Planned? (Part 1)

A/N: HAPPY EASTER LOVES! I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was helping my sister set up her son's Easter Egg Hunt for this morning so I was at her house all night. And, can I be the first to say, OH MY GOD almost 300 reads?!?!?!?! Like I am hyperventilating! And 20 votes? You guys are amazing! I'm glad you are all enjoying the book! I am having a blast writing it :D Please don't forget to comment on your favorite parts and follow for when I do new updates. Enjoy, as always! :D

When I wake up, there is only one thing that comes to mind. It has officially been a full month since this bet started. One full month since Arran and I started "dating" each other. And can I just say that I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life before?

Victoria has more or less backed off (except for the occasional snide comments) and I have been able to open my locker safely without being slimed or barbequed on. I grab my phone off of my nightstand and see Arran has texted me. I grin stupidly.

Arran: Happy One month shorty. I'll be there in about twenty minutes or so. Get dressed. I have a fun day prepared. P.S. I'm going to win this bet whether you like it or not ;)

I roll my eyes. I've already lost, I'll admit it now. I'm almost 100% head over heels for this bad boy; this stupid, arrogant, cocky, cute, funny, silly bad boy. I have three months left to sort of win this bet. I still need to make him fall in love with me, right? I have  three months, so maybe that won't be such a challenge.

I get out of my bed and rush over to my closet. I grab my favorite pair of black leggings, some black vans, and a white sleeved shirt with navy blue stripes. I run into my bathroom and brush my hair. I decided to curl the tips to give it a natural yet cute look. I put on my usual makeup routine- foundation, concealer, mascara, winged eyeliner, and a little bit of lip gloss- and then I run out of my room, my phone in hand.

I go downstairs and grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. By the time I walk outside of my house, Arran is already in my driveway leaning against his black mercedes. He's wearing a white V-neck t-shirt and some black jeans with a red hooded jacket and some black converse.

"Lookin' good, shorty." he grins. I roll my eyes.

"You clean up pretty nice, Miller. I didn't know that was possible."

I walk over to the passenger seat and climb in, setting my backpack between my feet. He climbs in and shuts his door. I sigh, mentally preparing myself for school. We're suppose to be getting a lecture today in Science about how Dmitri Mendeleev founded the periodic table and how it's impacted us today. I love Mrs. Houston, but her lectures were going to be the death of me someday.

Arran pulls out of the driveway and heads down the road.

"One whole month," Arran sighs as he turns right.

"I know. It seems like just yesterday we made this bet," I grin. "Which I'm definitely going to win."

"Yeah, in your dreams that is." Arran chuckles. He stops to get onto the road that leads to our school, but instead of taking the usual right, he turns left.

"Um, you took the wrong turn." I say quickly.

"No I didn't." Arran says as he continues to drive.

"Arran, our school is that way, behind us." I say jerking a thumb behind me. He laughs.

"What's your point shorty?" he smirks as realization dawns on me.

"No," I gape at him in horror. His smirk turns into a grin.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I groan. "We are not skipping school!"

"Ah, relax shorty. You need to get your nose out of the books and live a little."