Bad Boys Meet Bad Girl

Prologue

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Heeeeeyyyyy y'all here goes the prologue, this is my first book guys, here on Wattpad and this whole writing thing is new for me ( if we are being technical here, I have been writing since I was five years old so...)

I will accept any constructive criticism.

Again keep in mind this is my first book and it's probably crap, shit, dumb, 'insert any bad word you want in here' because I'm pretty sure one of you are going to say it anyway, not like I give a ****.

Read at your own risk, this book isn't edited at all, kinda just going with the flow, just a heads up, but enjoy.

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Prologue

Natasha

What a nice sunny day it is today.
These shiny light weighted bracelets which adorn my delicate wrists, shimmering in the light shinning through the little window.

The thick bright tight fitting orange jump suit that is soft against my smooth skin, makes me stand out in my bland, boring surroundings.

A man about six foot three, standing in the corner, he has been staring at me for the past half hour, I'm starting to think he has serious eyes problems because he hasn't blinked once, unless of course I am going cray cray much earlier than anticipated.

I flipped the middle finger at him and the dude still didn't blink one bit or or nudge an inch.

Creeeeepy

The heavy metal door on my right swung open and a sweaty and very pissed looking Mr. Thomas walks in with a brief case in hand and another gruff guy in tow.

I feel so famous right now, three people has come to meet me in the past hour I have been in this shit hole.

Mr. Thomas yanked the chair out from under the cool metal desk before me and plopped onto it rather furiously.

Suddenly the room became dull again and the withering paint on the dirty white walls of the cell room looks revolting, and bile threatens to come up my throat.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes but only stared at me like I killed his dog or I stole his money. He clenched and unclenched his jaw before speaking.

"Miss Kills you are a very lucky young lady, after that little act you pulled in court I am surprised the jury didn't sentence you at least another five years in prison. Instead they have decided that you will be spending the next two years at a detention center for troubled teens."

Da fuck, why? Just bloody throw me in jail and call it a day, sheesh.

"I am pretty sure prison was exactly what I was aiming for. Did you ask why?"

"You are strange and a pain in the arse you know." I rested my face in the palms of my hands and tilted my head giving him my sweetest smile.

Mr. Thomas let out a strangled sigh. "Normally I don't ask questions as such.....but in your case I still find it a miracle that they let you off so easily, so to confirm my assumptions, I asked."

I raised my eyebrows at him. He must have looked like a real idiot doing so. I can just totally picture it all playing out in my head.

"So what was the explanation?"

"I don't know really, they were very careful with the information they gave me."

Is this guy for real? All that suspense for nothing.

"However, from what I have gathered I have a hunch that someone of great influence and authority who is rich must have intervened it's the only way you would get off so lightly, do you know anybody who would do so?"

Someone powerful, great influence and rich? Is it Donald trump?

"No, why would anyone want to help me anyway I'm the most abominable and despicable teen in all of L.A."

"Exactly my thoughts." How nice would it be if my hands were enclosed around his meaty neck.

"Is that all?" A smile tugged at the corners of Mr. Thomas's lips. Why the hell is this fucker smiling for?

"No. There is one other thing."

"What?" I snapped, my patience levels were slowly diminishing it is only a matter of time till I go berserk and become a deranged maniac. Trust me, it isn't a pretty version of thy self.

"This detention center was the only one with a free space available in Washington at the moment."

I raised my brow at him, "And this is supposed to affect me how?" Any day now...

"It is a boys only detention center."

Hold up did I just hear him right?

"Yes you did."

Fuck I said that out aloud?

"..and I suggest you prepare yourself well because these boys are a tough crowd."

Pft well I'll be the judge of that baldy crook teeth.

On the plus side, I won't be seeing the shitty faces of the two imbeciles who are solely responsible for me even being in this room for starters.

I don't need any more of their shit and lies in my life anymore anyway_As of.....3....2...1 they are dead to me.

Also, R.I.P to you two fuckers.

If I ever see them again, I most likely will make sure they are literally a hundred feet under ground.

Plus, what's the worst that can happen?

I am after all the most notoriously fab-tastic Natasha Kills. It's going to take a lot more than a bunch of "boys" to break me.

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Tell me your thoughts, it's good to hear others opinions on this.

I will try to update as soon as possible but until then live life to the fullest because Y.O L.O.

(JUST SO YOU KNOW, I DO HAVE A LIFE AND THIS BOOK IS THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES RIGHT NOW.)

Azaryah Nazkari