Breaking Cliches [Diary/Roleplay]

Wired Bad [1]

C H A P T ER   O N E  |  THE BAD BOY'S VERDICT

No one ever asks me why I do bad things. No one ever tries to learn the context behind my unlawful​ actions. But the truth is, I don't even know why I do these things. I don't know what it is exactly, but I can't seem to shake off the urge to do certain things. Steal, smoke, drink, fight. I do everything and anything that's illegal. I don't love it, but I feel like that's the only way I'm able to stand out. Besides, if not me, who else can play the dangerous, unapproachable, hunk-muffin who's out to steal every teenage girl's heart? I'm one of kind.

I'm a bad boy with a broken heart and a messed up past, and I need a good girl to balance things out.

Why? I'm just wired that way.

Wired bad.

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Why the bad boy is a bad boy.

(Inner thoughts of the bad boy)

My parents never had time for me. My billionaire father's gone to care for a lady half his age while my mum's a sad drug addict who plays a terrible  motherly figure. Coming home everyday is a sad sight to see, which is why I'm rarely at home. I spend most of my time chilling with strangers (who are as screwed up as I am) at the local fight club. I like to let out my frustration in boxing matches because I don't have anyone in my life to console me. It's my way of dealing things, and I don't expect anyone to understand my ways. I refuse to let anyone see the weak side of me. When people fear you, you have noting to lose. When people know your weaknesses, you have everything to lose. So why bother showing your vulnerable side to others? People are going to take every chance they get to tear you down. People are monsters.

I often get in trouble, because I like the attention. Since young, my father had never given a single **** about me so in all my years of growing up, I've been deprived of love and attention from my own flesh and blood. I get into trouble on purpose to get my father's attention. All he ever does is throw his bank account at me and he thinks that that will fix my ways. Screw that sh*t.

I like playing around with girls. They're a fun distraction. But a girlfriend? Heck, leave me out of it. Having a girlfriend equals me being more of a sensitive human being. No, thank you.

But then I see this good girl. She has everything. She's so composed, well-spoken, friendly, and well-liked. And I'm envious of what she has that I don't; a complete family, friends, people who love her.

I want to be loved, too.

Where's my family when I need them? I don't have real friends. They like my money more than me. And truthfully, people don't care if I get hurt.

It doesn't matter whether I'm good or bad. Good is boring. If I'm built this way, then why should I bother changing who I am? If I'm destined to live this life, there's no point trying to change the life that's meant for me.

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