The Bad Boy's first Love

Chapter 1

    THE CRAPPIEST STORY HAS BEGUN! LMFAO I swear there's, gonna be tons of mistakes :> i have zero confidence in the plot of this book but that's okay :')
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Zoey's P.O.V

"Bye Mom." I said opening the door

"Bye Zoey. Have fun at your first day of school." She smiled.

I'm Zoey, a not so normal 16 year old. Transfer student. Dull ass grey eyes. Brown hair. Freckles here and there. Asian. Don't assume I have small eyes and yellow skin though cause that's just racist.

I genuinely have a weird ethical background. My mother is from Japan and my used-to-be father is from the UK. I was born in Singapore and brought up to America for my studies.

One of the reasons of why I moved from Singapore to Arizona is because of my father. He left my Mom and I around 6 months ago. He found someone better than my Mom and he just left. That's one of the reasons why I do not believe in true love. Just infatuations. We all get bored of each other and we just leave. I'd say it's the shitty part of life.

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"Back to school I guess." I sighed and walked towards my motarbike. In a glance, I saw a boy around my age wearing a black leather jacket.

I bought the bike with my own money. My mom doesn't really give me money for this type of stuff so I had to work my butt of just to get that bike. Currently, I don't have a job. I just want to focus on my studies, get into law school, possibly go to Yale university? Right now, the problem is that from a straight A student I'm becoming a straight B student. If I get one C in any subject Mom's probably going to disown me. Don't worry I'm just kidding. I hope..

My Mom is pretty average. Middle income, has the superpower to clean the house in 3 minutes and so on and so fourth. Another deep issue here is that she has anger issues. When she blows, she blows. Can't balme her to be honest, the person who she thought loved her truly left. What can you expect.

She got so mad when I got a C for the first time that she broke some of the furniture while giving me a huge ass lecture. I couldn't really concentrate during that particular test. I was thinking about the shit happening at home. Fights everyday, shouting here, divorce over there. Again, what do you expect. I'm not that perfect bitch who can ignore that fact that their life was falling apart.

As I was saying... There was a guy leaning against my bike. He was wearing a leather jacket. I should probably stay away from him. He dresses up as those bad boy kind of guys. Clichéd much?

"Argh this is so annoying​," I murmured to myself. As I walked towards the bad boy wannabe, he pulled down his sunglasses and looked at me. It's not even that sunny, I mentally rolled my eyes.

When I was in front of him there was an awkward silence. I may seem like a bitch but I'm kinda shy ya know. Isn't get along well with people especially if it's a stranger who's a bad boy wannabe leaning against my bike.

"Can I help you?" Bad boy wannabe said breaking the awkward silence. Thank goodness he made the first move.

"Well you can start by leaving my bike alone. That's my bike you're leaning on. Bad boy wannabe." I mumbled the last part. Okay, I guess I am a bitch. But you can't blame me for having a big mouth. Right? Bad boy wannabe chucked.

"Honey, first, this is my bike. Second, I am not a bad boy wannabe." He smirked.

Shit.

He heard me.

I looked at the plate number and saw that it was my bike. Did he just lie? Jerk.

"First, look at the plate number stupid. It's not your bike its mine. Second, if you're not a bad boy wannabe, you're a fucked up jerk." I rolled my eyes for real this time.