~ Jane P.O.V ~
tap, tap, pitter-pat..
The sounds of Zayn's and my footsteps echoed through the halls of Charls High School.
The halls were empty, considering everyone is in their class rooms, while I'm here searching for the Detention Room with the Badboy, on my first day back to school.
Shame on me, right?
Well, it technically wasn't even my fault. So, I don't get why I got in trouble.
'My Parents are going to kill me' I thought to myself.
I made 'huff' sound and crossed my arms.
This is just terr-mother freakin-iffic.
- FLASH BACK -
I walked into my first class,
while everyone started to pile in the room and chose their seats.
"Hey Jane!"
"Welcome back"
"Hi"
"Hope you had a good Vaca"
I waved back to some kids. And made small chat with people I don't even think I know, around the classroom.
I walked to the back of the class and sat down in one of the empty seats by the window and set my stuff down on the desk.
I plugged in my Earphones putting Ed Sheeren on blast and stared out the window looking at all the trees while the wind flew past them, and the birds soaring through the sky, looking so.. Free.
My peace was soon ruined when someone took out one of my earphones.
I snapped my head to the side, to see who the hell decided it was a good idea to interrupt me while I'm listening to music.
When I looked up, I was confused to see the head badboy of all badass's of Charls High, standing in front of me.
Arms crossed, blank expression.
Everyone who knows anyone knows he's Bad News. You know, the typical drinking, tattoos, drugs, fighting and what not.
I, on the other hand; could care less about him or half of the things he does.
But I have to admit though, that Iv'e always wanted to try those kind of things.
To do something exciting for once. To be a badass, and brake the rules. Doing what you want and Not taking shit from anyone. To live up life like you won't be alive to live it the next day..
But with the kind of parents I have, I'll have better chance living the next day, only for them to give me a Five hour lecture about how 'stupid' I'm being for thinking such 'foolish things' and to get back to my room and finish 'studying'.
But either way, I can't and wouldn't be able to do anything near the word 'bad'.
Being the perfect daughter and all.
- insert eye roll here -
But not just that, everyone thinks of me as the Perfect girl with no flaws, and I Have to live up to that reputation, even if I don't want because if I don't, my parents wouldn't hesitate to beat me.
And I'm not playing, my mom might be a beautiful and famous model, and my dad might be a movie star, but that doesn't mean tey wouldn't lay a finger on me.
