The Bad Boy’s Sister
Prologue
Clichés after clichés! Why can’t I read a book that’s about someone loving food so much there face falls off? Even better someone loving bacon so much they decided to make a house out of bacon. What happen to Nancy Drew? What happen to real vampires? Off record vampires aren’t supposed to fall in love and sparkle like idiots. They were aggressive mean and loved killing people. They didn’t play with their fucking food, so Stephanie Meyer fuck you and your character Bella too! However, that’s beside the point. The point is I’m bringing you something new and fresh! I might be a teenager, but hey that’s why they made Wattpad.
So let me present to you:
November Grace
Blonde hair blue eyes are what every American girl dreams for with the perfect coke bottle body. They all wish for that perfect quarterback boyfriend that is tall dark and handsome. They will graduate high school together and go to college. He will master in law and she would master in business! They will own a law firm and have two beautiful children. When they’re old they’ll be sitting in a rocking chair sipping sweet tea watching their grandchildren running around in a field of daisies, which happen to be their backyard. What a sweet beautiful dream.
All I have to say is no. That will never happen. I’m crushing your dreams now. Trust me it’s better to live in the real world. The reality is that you’re going to probably not get married to your high school sweetheart. You might have a kid with him in high school, and you will hate him by the time your kid turns six months. I see it happen on Maury all the time. What makes you think that you’re going to be lucky?
Then all these bad boys that girls go after aren’t good. It might be good if he puts up a front for people, but trust me that’s not always the case. In the real world bad boys beat their woman and make them feel like shit. They don’t make them feel like a fucking floating princess. Shit man, don’t be idiots.
“November,” Angelique said shaking my big arm. The fat jiggled happily inside of my shirt as I turned to her.
“What Angel?” I was having a perfectly amazing conversation inside of my head with my pretend audience and she interrupted that. I would have told her that, but there were people around. It would have sounded weird and unnatural, but I’m pretty sure everyone talked to themselves.
“You’re doing it again! You need to stop blacking out; people are looking at you funny.” She smiled with her teeth showing. I loved the shit out of that girl, but she cared way too much about what people thought about. If I did care so much I would bother with losing the fifty pounds I needed to.
My fingers were happily pressing keys. My mind was on a role. I felt almost elaborated as I hands and mind were working together, but it shortly stopped when my brother barged into my room with his meat head of a friend.
“Why are you in my room?” I questioned shutting my laptop screen down. They were both so nosy when it came to their business. They always wanted to be in mine. They could never mind their own.
“Well, we just want to see what my little sis was up too,” Jacob smiled coyly walking over to me, but I stood up and met him halfway I did not want him coming any closer to my computer. He’s already tried to pour water on it. He did actually and it messed up the keys. I had to send my poor Toshiba to geek squad.
My brother was that cliché type of handsome that every girl put in their books on Wattpad. He was the bad boy of the school dark black hair with shiny blue eyes, or like the Directioners like to call it orbs. He even had the tattoos that would make most mothers scream, but he was all over a good guy. I think he just dressed like that for attention though. “Well you’re here, I’m up to nothing Jacob, now get out of my room and take Ryder with you,” I mugged them my eyes. I started for his chest pressing my hands on his abs. He was much taller than me so that is what my hands got to first. He wouldn’t move and inch though.
“Jaaaaaaaaaaaaacoooooooooobbbbbbbbb move out of my room before I bite your face off,” I screeched as he stood there nonchalantly. He acted that my pressure wasn’t doing anything to him. It didn’t help that Ryder was laughing his ass off.
“You’re twin sister is really precious,” he chuckled with the up most amusement. I just stopped I was making a fool of myself.
“Yeah she is, right.” He smiled down ruffling my messy curly brown hair.
“I wish you’d leave me alone! Why can’t you just go fuck some random girl, or get high, or even better drink your life away. Just because we are twins and live in the same house doesn’t mean we actually have to talk to each other!” I know what you’re thinking aren’t twins supposed to be clingy with each other? The question is yes, but he changed when we came into high school and it wasn’t for the better. I still loved him, but it was hard.
It’s hard being the bad boy’s sister let alone his twin!
Authors note:
I hoped you like this! It is my first story, so please don't judge too harshly. :D
