The Bad Girl And The Good Boy

-Chapter 1-

He walked out of the school, and started to his car. Having a very bad day at school had finally been over, but not completely. He still had home to face. He gets in his car and starts for his friend's house. He has black hair that is always covering his left eye, pale skin, and glacier eyes. His name is Dylan.

She is in after school detention, asleep. The teacher has already woken her up twice. She has already ruined her chance of going to college. Lost her parents when she was twelve. Being raised by your older brother is easy when he doesn't care about you. She has shoulder length black hair with blue highlights, pale skin, and orangish eyes. Her name is Payton.

Dylan's P.O.V

Driving to Tyler's house was easy. Now I've just gotta go home. I didn't want to go home. I never wanted to and never will. But, if I'm not home, they might call the police on me. So I go home anyways.

I got out of the car and started for the front door, when my older sister pulled in the drive way.

I hadn't seen her in ages. I walk up and hug her and we both go inside.

"No one's home I don't think." I said.

Don't look like it, does it?" My sister, Cilia says, and then walks up to I was guessing her room.

I sigh, and go into the living room, turned on the TV. I switched through the channels. Nothing. I thought.

I turned off the TV, and went upstairs to get on my laptop. When I open it up, I had 30 new gmails. I look and it's from my girlfriend.

They said stuff like, sorry I lost my phone, and things like that. I decided to video call her.

"Hello?" She said. "Hey. It's Dylan. Sorry I just checked my folder. So what's up?" I replied.

We talked for about an hour, and I decided to ask my sister if she wanted to go and get something to eat.

She said yes, so we went and got Arby's. I talked to her about mom and dad always beating me and other things like that.

She said that she was gonna try to get custody of me, but I told her to forget it because I was 17, turning 18 In 2 months.

She said ok, seeming very unhappy though.

We went home, our parents still weren't home. I thought this was very strange because they were always home by now.

I didn't think anything of it. I just thought they might have been partying, or something simple like that.

But, no.

The next day, we found out they were drunk and driving, and got into a three way accident. They were dead.

I felt grieve, but no matter how evil this is, I was glad they were dead. They never did anything but drink, and hit. I was tired of it.

So, again, I'm glad their dead. I would just live in this house alone to my understanding, and I was excited.

I'm happy I get to start my own life. After high school, maybe move to a different house, and marry the girl of my heart.

Anyway, basically how my real life began.

I woke up on Saturday feeling drained. My sister was taking a college class, so I decided to drive over to Tyler's house.

When I got there, I noticed another car there. A blue SUV. I knew who's car that was.

It was my girlfriend, Monica's.

I started getting angry thinking about what could be happening in there.

I open my car door, and slam it hard. I bang on the door, and Tyler's brother, Keith answers the door.

"Hey, Dylan long time no see. Whatcha need?" Said Keith. I did my best to act calm.

"Is there a girl name Monica here?" I replied. "Oh. You mean Tyler's girlfriend. Tyler! Monica! Come here."

They both came downstairs and looked shocked when they saw me standing there.

I was upset.

Me and Monica were together for a little over 2 years. And now she blew it.

We couldn't be together anymore. I wouldn't be able to handle it I don't think.

"Monica! How dare you. We are over!" I shouted, and then ran out and got in my car.

As soon as I did, I started balling.

I know it seems childish, but I lost my girlfriend, and if I talked to Tyler, I would probably blow.

I drove home, and to my luck, my sister was here.

She would be leaving the house again in about a week, but she promised she would come and visit.

I stayed in the car for a little while longer. Then I finally got out and started for the front door.

After just sitting In my room for a while I decided to call my cousin, Olivia. I opened my phone, and called her.

"Hello?" She said through the phone. "Hey. It's me, Dylan. I was calling to see if you wanted to come over. My sister's here too." I reply.

She said she would, so I started downstairs to tell Cilia. After I told her, I went back upstairs.

I was in my room for only about 10 minutes when my older sister knocked on my door.

"Hey. Dylan, I know something is up. Can I come in?" She said through the door.

"Yeah. Come in." I opened the door. "Ok. What's up with you, Dylan? You're not acting like yourself." She said.

I didn't want to worry her, so I just told her what happened. "Oh my god. I'm sorry Dylan."

When we were done talking, I went downstairs to wait for Olivia.

A little while longer, there was a knock at the door. I went and answered it. Sure enough, it was Olivia.

"Hey Dylan." Olivia  said, then gave me a hug. "Olivia!" My sister ran toward her and almost knocked her over.

It was kinda of funny. I just laughed at them.

We all talked and I decided to tell Olivia the situation with Monica, and Tyler.

She was near as mad as I was when it happened. That's why I invited her. She was always easy to talk to, and she stuck up for me.

I started getting hungry, so I asked them if they wanted to go get something to eat.

We ended up going to Wendy's this time, and we talked more. I sware this family is all talk.

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Thank you all for reading this new book! Idk how I'm gonna do my schedule yet, so I think I'm just going to be winging it for a little while. Well, again, thanks for reading my fellow readers! See you next time! 😘