Hunky or Funky?

CHAPTER 1

The alarm's annoying ring reverberated throughout the room.

Like any other grumpy teenager, my hand shot out from under the comfy duvet and smacked the snooze button of the alarm.

Then I dove back into lovely, lovely slumber. Hardly two minutes had passed than another ring filled the air.

Well, so much for 'lovely, lovely slumber'.

Thinking it was the alarm, I picked it up and flung it out the open window.

Only after the deed was done, did I realize the magnitude of my actions.

My mom was definitely going to kill me.

But the annoying thing was, the ringing continued. Looking around in my sleep induced haze, my gaze fell upon my cell phone.

Nancy, my best friend, was calling. My eyes widened the moment I registered the name. She was supposed to pick me up on her way to the beach, and I wasn't even out of bed yet.

I rejected the call and made haste.

Cursing my bad luck, I pushed myself off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. After I was done, I found her waiting outside, honking her horn.

Grabbing a croissant, I made a dash for the door and slipped in her car claiming shotgun."Whaddup, girl?" she greeted.

"Nothing," I grumbled. "Seems to be a bad start to the day."

That was saying something, since I was a total morning person.

Nancy's eyes widened.

"Georgia Ann Greene, are you really saying what I just heard?" she exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.

I laughed. "Apparently, yes," I breathed. Frowning, I added, "Don't call me that."

I'm Georgia Ann Greene, but I prefer being called George. I'm eighteen, and enjoying my vacation before going to college is the top priority on my list. At least for now. I can't wait to get out of this town where nothing exciting ever happens, and my only favorite hangout spots in this not-to-be-named-crappy-town are the beach and the local cafe, a hangout spot for many other teens my age.

Anyway, I've applied to many colleges far away from this town, and I got accepted in a pretty good college, considering I have a GPA of 3.6. But don't think I'm a nerd, because I don't sit on Saturday nights cooped up in my bedroom studying all the time. My friends say this and I quote,"guys dying to date me".

I don't believe them since I hold no particular interest in any of them, and I find it difficult to say no to anyone. Sure, we have the occasional "bad boy" and "that cute guy" who have askedme out on multiple occasions, but I don't give a flying fudge to whatever they have to say. Girls swoon over them and I've even heard a few of them saying that I must be pretty thick headed to reject them. Nonetheless, I whooped their pathetic asses.

Today was the last day of my vacation and I wanted to make the most of it. My friend circle consisted of another girl named Britney, a pretty blonde girl, a guy named Dustin, and another guy named Dean. We were just on our way to pick them up.

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Fifteen minutes later, Britney, Nancy, Dustin and me were singing to One Direction's "Stole my heart" at the top of our voices just to piss Dean off. He was the more easy-to-irritate-guy out of all of us and clearly, we were succeeding in our mission.

"Cut the crap guys," he whined, thwacking the back of my seat. I just laughed and waved him off.

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Our day at the beach was going great, till suddenly a group of four boys came out of nowhere. "Oh no," I realized the moment my eyes fell on them.

They were the resident teen troublemakers, and you could say that they fell in the bad boy category. They did not study in our school however, but given how they took hotness to a whole new level, they were pretty well known.

The first guy, Ian, was a boxer. He had messy blonde hair and dark brown eyes paired with a tall frame and a muscular body.He was the type of guy who would take you to a football match if you were to ever date him.

The second guy was Brad. He was of average height, and he looked to me to be the sloppy, romantic kind of guy. He had green eyes under wire rimmed glasses, which gave him a cute-nerdy-boy kind of appeal.

The third boy's name was something that started with 'N', although I was not too sure.

(Guess his name!)

If there was one thing that you had to know about him, it was that he was a cleanliness freak. It was totally contradictory to his other friends, and I wondered how he fit in with them. He had black eyes with curly black hair, and he lost his temper pretty quick.

The last one, Alec, was who I personally considered the hottest and most badass guy. He had straight brown hair and piercing cerulean blue eyes. If you stared into them long enough, you could practically swim into the depth of his eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes that I had seen. Needless to say, they were guys you should stay away from, since they carried a free package of trouble with them.

If you happened to get on their wrong side, I could assure you a three nights and four days package to the hospital.

"What's the matter?" Dustin asked me.

"Look there," I said, pointing at the four boys.

"Uh oh, we'd better get out of here before they spot us," Nancy added.

Now, I'd like to tell you something about myself. I'm not an "it's okay" kind of girl who will just be bossed about and still keeps quiet. I absolutely hate it when someone tries to boss me about. You don't even want to know what I did to the guy who snipped my hair in freshman year that sent him to the emergency room. I was given three after school detentions for breaking his nose.

Oops, I said it.

I'd have even scrounged his eyeballs out, had my friends not held me back. Needless to say,no one messed with me since freshman year.

So when Ian came up to us and ordered us to clear our favourite spot because they wanted to "take a nap", I stepped forward and accosted him as to whose place did he think it was.

"Angry kitten, eh?" He asked.

I threw him an icy glare. Just then, Alec stepped in. The guy had the nerve to wink at me. I could totally sense him checking me out. He was rewarded with another glare.

Alec chuckled and tried to come closer, attempting to work his charm on me like he had done to thousands of other girls before.

"You take another step forward and I'll make sure you don't effing wake up tomorrow."

"Well then, in that case, I'd like to see you wake up tomorrow," he added with another wink.

Needless to say, I lunged, baring my nails out, ready to crack another nose on the last day of my vacation.

A/N: Hey guys, here is the first chapter of "Waking The Bad Boy Up". And yes, please don't forget to drop a vote and also a comment telling me if you liked this chapter. It may be a bit disappointing, but I promise better chapters in the future.