The Bad Boy Secrets!

The Bad Boy Secret -Prologue

THE BAD BOY'S SECRETS:-PROLOGUE

CHLOE'S POV:

Waking up to a string of horrific swear words from your mom isn't the first thing on any teenage girls bucket list at 6 am but this just happens o be my life story. My parents have been having long ass argument for the past few months now and it's gotten to the point where I've quit trying to intervene and try to fix things, in fact I even thought about getting them a therapist or something to come and sort out some things. There's no point in trying to go back to sleep so I might as well get up and have my shower to have some peace and relaxation by myself without my parents constant bickering ringing in my ears. It always ends with something broken and smashed in the end and me going after them and cleaning up. ALWAYS!

The only reason they fight is because of that tragic accident. If it hadn't have happened then now they wouldn't be arguing but it doesn't always end at that, it evolves into "I wish I never met you". It feels like I'm the reason to all of their arguing except they always say it wasn't my fault, that it was just a mishap of me being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I dragged my feet forcefully out of bed to get into the bathroom and strip off everything and have a nice shower. It's a place where all my thoughts and big decisions happen like the time I wanted to run away and join the circus when I was younger but now it's more like "what to do to end it all?"

After a refreshing shower of warm water massaging my neck and back, I swiftly stepped out and grabbed my towel  off the rack and got changed into ripped, acid wash jeans and a plain white tank top. The sweet berry smell permeates through the bathroom from the shampoo that I used. I can't wait to get my own place so I can run around the house naked singing We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus without having 'The Perv Next Door' watching me. Yes we have a perv next door, he's tall and handsome, apparently, to the other girls in our school but honestly I don't see anything but the jerky asshole that he is. If your wondering why I have such a dislike towards a guy its because my mom and his mom are best friends so I had to live my whole childhood with him. I know every good and (mainly) bad thing about him e.g. how he was this fat kid who to farted in a bag and released in on a girls face once in 4th grade and the poor girl was traumatized for life, I think she got some sort of brain damage along with it too. Also he is the most arrogant person you will ever have the displeasure of meeting. But, like all things in life, puberty changed him. A lot. He decided to lose a few pounds and dropped on the double cheese burgers and ice creams after school when the ice cream man came along luring the innocent children to nag to their short tempered moms. Girls die for him now but I don't understand how he can live with himself sometimes. I bet if he could have sex with himself, he wouldn't think twice about it. But he cant so thank the lord for that.

Before leaving I slipped on some burgundy converse and applied a light layer of make-up (mascara and lip gloss), grabbed the keys off the table in the grand hallway and left for school. Our house is something out of the ordinary. It was practically a mansion full of huge rooms with king sized beds and a gym (which I rarely use cuz I'm a lazy shit). It's got a large exterior swimming pool for the summer and a smaller one indoors for a more relaxing and calm swim. I love my life how it is with my friends and family with me. I have to say that I'm pretty much a rich kid in a wealthy household and lived like this all my life but that doesn't mean I don't care about the poor and I definitely fund charities.

Greenville High is one of those stereotypical schools where you had your different groups; The jocks,The Hipsters, The Cheerleaders, The Hippies and The Geeks. Now I'm not the bad in the social rank but to be honest I was a modest person so I didn't like to brag. In easier words, I was from the popular gang containing a very pretty girl whom is also my best friend, Holly and Jake my not so stereotypical gay best friend as he is still contained within the walls of a dark place reaping to escape and feel the light of a bright new day where he can be himself completely without having a care in the world but for now he's happy going through high school just being any normal teenager.

Must I say it more than once how much I hate Mondays. They are worse than thinking its Friday but its actually Tuesday. I groaned inwardly at the sound of the doorbell. I have to say I'm probably the most laziest person in the world. Literally. I unwillingly got up of my comfy queen size bed and made my way to the front Door.

''Hey superwoman!" Holly my best friend yelled.  

Holly was one of the prettiest girls I have known she was probably the only girl that I knew since I was young. Her mom and my mom are practically sisters,that's how close they were. Today she had her glistening brown hair up in a straight pony tail which showed off her green eyes. Her light make up made her look stunning and made me feel awkward next to her.

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After having a long day in gym class I was completely blown and tired and not really focused on the lesson.

It took me a few minutes to register that the teacher was talking to me. A blush crept onto my cheeks.  

"I..umm...I," I stuttered and Look down making my auburn hair (which was turning to red for some wierd reason) fall alongside my face to cover them.

"Mrs Stanford, I request you listen because there will be no way you will past your history with the rate of you zoning out increasing when the time is getting closer to your exams." My History teacher Mrs Vase said. She flicked her fringe out of her eyes and carried on with her lesson.

Thankfully,History was last and we could go straight home after form room which was probably the only good thing in my 'Good book list'.And there wasn't a lot of things in there.

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I walked in through the wooden front door which belonged to my parents. It was exceptionally quiet today usually when I come in I wood hear my parents bickering off about the same thing. As I walked through the living room I was greeted with silence and worried glances from my parents but not a look lasted for more than 5 seconds. It was like they were trying to communicate through the air.

"Honey..........,'' She took a long deep breath and I already knew that something bad was coming up, ''Were going to travel to Sierra Vista.. to sort out a few problems and this may take a while." She closed her mouth straight after and looked at the floor.

She looked back up and her eyes were screaming 'Please forgive me', but the first tear came strolling out subconsciously.

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This is my first ever normal book and I have been planning to write a BadBoy book for how long. Tell me if you see any mistake and things I could change. This is the prologue just to keep you guys knowing what's happening. And Cliff hanger....  

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