The lasting Bad boy

C H T P / 3

Picture is of  Vanessa and also her outfit for school ;)

Song ; Understand by Shawn Mendez

So if you didn't know, Shawn Mendez is like my top favorite male artist and since he's going on tour my friend Bernice and I are going together, it's going to be lit.

V A N E S S A // P O V :

As I stood in front of my mirror, I felt the sun shine from my slightly parted curtains and onto my pale skin. I tug on my skirt that made my my legs feel a little too exposed, running my hands through my hair I sigh before dropping my hands to my sides as I needed to find a different outfit.

It was a early Tuesday morning and like every morning, it was a bright sunny day. You could here the sound of the distant birds chirping as the smell of my moms blueberry pancakes smelt up the whole house.

I had finally decided on a cute but still appropriate outfit for today, it was a simple black jeans, with a red sweater. I put my hair into a messy bun, while I threw on my tommy jeans bomber jacket. Grabbing my thin band glasses, and a pair of white high-top nikes, I check myself out before smiling with my appearance.

The first day of school was always the worst day for me, not only was everyone now returning to the city from there lavish vacations, but it was time of the years everyone changes.

Usually over the summer people get introduced to new things and also see different things. Which tends to change them even to the slightest.

I on the other hand have not changed a bit, from my plain jane blonde hair to my boring schedule of school work and then home. Nothing really changed besides the school during the summer.

Well that's excluding what happened last night.

I still can't get that night out my head, Just the feeling of his hands when he leant in closer and the feeling of his hot breath on my skin was like having a mini heart attack, but in a good way.

Although the circumstances of that nights ago were very different and more rebellious for me, I still want to stick to my goals and what I stand for, and even though I have no idea what that is.

It definitely doesn't include Elliot's hands on me ever again. Breath out a heavy sigh of agreement, I walk away from my mirror and towards my bed to grab some last couple of things before walking downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast.

My mom was walking currently sitting at the table as she fed my baby bother Carter, what looked to be carrot, but I couldn't fully tell, and with baby food it's always like that. He giggled and slammed his hands down on the table thing that held him in his high chairs.

His brown hair flopped over his face as his blue eye were as blue as the oceans and Rivers. They were so big that you could get lost in them if you stared for too long.

I even envy the looks my brother got, while I inherited my grandmas blonde hair, he of course inherited my grandmas blue eyes.

I had more of my dads personality, as I was more shy when it came to being social and had also inherited his sight. Seeing as how I have reading glasses.

And as the years pass by I realize I'm more like my dad and my grandma on my dads side.

Guess I am a daddy's girl.