I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hips. I walked into my bedroom, picked out some clothes from my closet, and quickly got dressed.
I wore black jeans and a simple gray shirt. I towel dried my hair then put on my black pair of vans. I checked my phone and noticed that it was getting close to the time I needed to pick up Faye.
I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys then headed downstairs.
I locked the front door behind me and walked out over to my Jeep. I quickly got in and drove to Faye's house.
I couldn't deny, I was a bit nervous. I didn't know if Faye would enjoy the party. She had never gone to one before. It could go either way. She could enjoy parties or hate them. I hope it wasn't the latter. I didn't want her to have a crappy night.
I was glad the week flew on by rather quick. Faye and I spent more time together. We hung out everyday at lunch and most days after school.
The more I got to know her, the more I was drawn to her. I started to like her even more. She was an awesome person. We never ran out of things to talk about. Sometimes, I would even catch myself thinking about her nonstop. I couldn't wait until the next moment I saw her. Her beautiful face. Those beautiful aquamarine eyes.
I knew she was known as the "bad girl," but she really didn't like anything associated with that title.
At school, if a kid got threatened by me, she would tell me to take it down a notch. Telling me I shouldn't be so mean. She even got me to apologize a couple of times.
I don't know what came over me, but I started to listen to her. I swear she was turning me into a big softy. She was really turning me into something else. And she didn't even realize she was doing it.
I pulled up in front of Faye's house. I got out of my Jeep and walked up to her front door. I rang the door bell. Moments after, the door opened.
"Hey," I spoke.
"Hey." She smiled.
I'm glad it wasn't her father who opened the door. The other night when I dropped her off, after our date, he seriously looked like he wanted to kill me. I'm not even joking, if looks could kill...I mentally shook the thoughts from my head.
I smiled at Faye.
She wore black jeans and a black shirt with a gray jacket over it. She also wore black combat boots to complete her look.
"You look nice," I spoke.
Nice? Really? That's the best I could do? Mental slap for that. Honestly.
"Thanks. You look good, too."
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah." She closed the door behind her.
We walked over to my Jeep, and I opened the door for her. She thanked me and got in. I walked around and got in the drivers seat.
I turned on the engine and drove.
"Excited?" I asked. "It's your first party."
"Kind of. Hopefully it'll be fun. Please, don't ditch me to find people or anything like that."
I turned to look at her, for a brief moment. She was serious. Why would I even think about ditching her?
"Faye, I won't ditch you." I reassured her.
I turned on the radio so we could listen and continued to drive, thinking about what Faye had said. Why would that even happen?
I looked at her for a brief moment. She was humming to the music. She looked happy.
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Teen FictionBad girl of the school, Faye Lenards, is in for a ride when she gets partnered with the infamous bad boy, Paxton Lenox. Annoyed at all of his smart comments and charming attempts to get to know her, Faye thinks working with Paxton will be a miserabl...