Good Girl Gone Bad With The Bad Boy

8th grade

June's p.o.v
It was august twenty first a.k.a the first day of school! Jace was at my door and he offered to to sit with me on the bus but I said no because I always sat with Lily.

"So what do you think of my outfit?" Lily asked. She looked great. She looked classy but new. Classic yet stylish.

"I love it. You look amazing. How about me?" I say. I wore what Bebe wore in her video in scene 4. A top with sleeves a strapless bra (I'm guessing) leggings and shoes. I personally love it.

"I don't like it." Lily says but it's pretty obvious what she's going to say next. "I love it!" Classic Lily. "And the Bebe rexha part, love it!"

"Bebe's my girl, what do you expect?" I say. We drove all the way to school and went inside. The school was just how I remember it. Old, gross and run down. The best part is nobody has any coordination to do anything. So I could leave a wad of gum on the wall where everyone would see it, and it would still be there for at least four years.

"Babe!" Jace yelled to me.

"Babe!" I yelled back. I ran to him and he literally swept me off of my feet. He have me a bear hug and picked Me up.

"I have something to show you." He told me. Jace wouldn't tell me what he found or where we were going, but he seemed clam so I was to. "Almost there. You're going to love this." We walked up stairs and onto the roof top. I gasped in amazement. The view was just beautiful.

"Whoa." I said. I was on the edge of the roof looking down at kids scrambling to get into the building. I looked forward and saw a skyscraper.

"Time for the fun part." Jace said as he grabbed my waist away from the edge. He put me against the cement wall and started to kiss me. Once again, I wrapped my hands around his neck and his hands were on my waist. I couldn't help but kiss him back. Clouds surrounded the sky and it started to rain. That only made it better. My eye's were closed and I focused on Jace. My blonde hair was in a high ponytail with some more hair down and straight. Jace started to move his hands up and down my sides slowly.

"Were going to be late." I whisper into his ear when he stops to breathe.

"What class do you have?" He asked. I told him I had art, my favorite subject. I wanted to become a famous artist like van goh (forgive me if I spelled it wrong).

"I have art too. And a late pass. Two of 'em." He tells me. We still kiss in between when we speak. His lips are soft and warm like they were on the fourth of July.

"You're the best." I say. Once we finally stop we head to art, give the teacher our late passes. The day went buy pretty fast and I didn't waste one second of it being with Jake.