The Bad Girl

Prologue

"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled, just as I came in and slammed the door. The smell of food whipped into my nose and I suddenly felt my stomach rumbling again.

God, I'm so hungry.

"I'm at the kitchen, Nathan." My mom yelled back and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Of course, she's in the kitchen. Where else would she be at this time?

I walked down the hallway to the kitchen to see mom was at the sink, washing some dishes that was stacked next to the sink. I squinted my eyes when I noticed the dining table had a few more dirty dishes.

"Did you and dad eat without me?" I said, slightly pouting. I walked closer to my mom to hug her and she kissed me on the cheek.

"Oh no, sweetie. We have a guest." She states happily. "And well, you know me, I like to cook for our guest."

That was an understatement. My mom loves to cook for everyone. So each time, someone decided to stop by to visit, she'll spend the hours before cooking.

"Oo, the cupcakes are done!" She squealed in delight when the oven beep twice. She shoved her small hands in the mittens, while opening the oven and taking out a tray full of cupcakes.

"You even bake?" I asked in disbelief.

"Is it wrong to make cupcakes?" She asked back, a smile on her lips as she decorates them with some icing and toppings.

Okay, something fishy is going on.

Because my mom hardly bakes anything. Unless, it was my birthday or my dad's birthday. She would never do it for some random guest. To her, her baking skills are just for her family.

Unless, the 'guest' is someone she likes a lot.

"Okay, mom. You better tell me who it is?" I asked seriously, as I stare at my mom who was still icing the cupcakes.

"She's just one of my friend's daughter." She said. "She's still here, you know. She went upstairs to go to the toilet just before you came home. Maybe you can meet her."

The only thing I heard was she ... she ... she ... So, it's a girl then.

"Well, I can't because I have pratice." I said, reaching out to take the cupcakes. It looks so good and I'm starving. But mom slapped my hand away.

"Go to your room and take a shower. Then you can eat." She ordered but the smile never left her face.

"Ugh, fine." I groaned. "But there better be some cupcakes for me too."

Mom just chuckled as I climbed the stairs to my room. As I passed by the music room, I noticed the door was slightly opened and there was a soft singing voice.

A girl's voice.

I slowly pushed it without hesitation, making it open silently. There, is a girl with black hair, her back towards me. She is playing with one of my electric guitar while rocking out to ACDC's Highway To Hell.

I leaned againts the door frame with my arms folded over my chest and waited for her to finish. I couldn't help but love her voice.

She stopped a few moments later, setting down the guitar back on the stool. She tidy up her mess to make sure everything was back to the original and when she was close to finish, I decided to make myself known.

"You sing good."

She gasped and whipped around, knocking off a microphone stand in the process. She picked up hasitly, cursing under her breath.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I approached her slowly.

"I - uh - uh . . ."

Her eyes wide, her dark blue eyes look at me as she rubbed her palms nervously. "Your parents invited me for lunch."

My mouth turned into an 'o' shape. "So, you're the guest."

"Wait, have I met you before?" I squinted my eyes, searching for some similarities that could help me.

She shook her head and there was a soft buzz coming from the pockets of her jacket. She took it out and her eyes went wide.

"Sorry, but I need to go." She reached down and grabbed her bag that I didn't notice was there before.

"But-"

She slide the strap up her shoulder before running towards the door.

"But what's your name?!" I shouted, but she was long gone.

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A/N: Okay, this is my first time to ever wrote a book on wattpad, even though I had the accoubt for years. I was so nervous to post this one but I managed to suck it up 😤 . So, I don't know when I'm gonna update again. Maybe if there's some response on the prologue. ☺

Excuse my grammar and typos. And the clichè-ness of this book.