Best friends with the bad boy's

chapter 1: WHAT?!?...

"Hey gorgeous" I heard some one calling out to me.

"Hey charming" I replied walking over to my best friend, Andrew Davis a 18 year old jock who has been my best friend since we were in nappies. He was quite tall with a slight of muscular build, but nothing too big. He was considered attractive with his messy blonde -almost brown- hair and his dimples when he smiles that make the girls practically faint. But it had no affect on me, I mean sure he is attractive, but he's not my type. I can guarantee I never have or never will like him that way. He is a friend and nothing more

"How was the game" he asked me.

"5-1" I replied smugly.

"How many" he said in fake exasperation.

"What do you take me for.......... obviously I scored 5" I said in a duh tone.

I was fully aware of what would happen next. Out of nowhere my 4 best friends -who are all guys may I add- picked me up and started marching through the halls chanting 'Alaska, Alaska is the best, she is better than the rest'. As usual everybody clapped and chanted along. I even seen a few teachers changing along. Yup this is just a normal day for Alaska Peaks, I thought to myself. I unknowingly smiled ignoring the death glare I was getting from 90% of the female population at startridge high. I was hated by most of the girls at my school because I was loved by most of the boys. I wasn't literally loved by them, I was just....... how do I say this..... one of the guys. All the guys told me I was legendary because no one has ever beaten me at football, and I'm not even exaggerating I'm dead serious. No body has ever won against me, except for the odd goal but nothing major. Apparently there is a myth that says there is a guy in a super posh school who might actually be able to beat me, but like I said it's a myth.

Believe or not some guys try to make conspiracy theories about why I'm so good at football. Every time I'm  asked about it I tell them this, I was born on planet soccerge and every one there is amazing at football. I was sent to  earth as a punishment for breaking my dad's priceless vase. Of course they don't believe me but there are a few gullible idiots at my school. Like Conner Jameson who looks at me weirdly every time he sees me, which I  always find hilarious. After they finished marching around they dropped me off right In front of my locker where I had Andrew wait for me

"Hey, do you wanna go to Coco loco after school today" he asked me referring to my favorite diner/café ever

"oh, yes please" I answered not giving it a second thought.

"okay, meet me at our hang out after school"

"got it" I said with a nod as we walked to our first class of the day....AP calculus.

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At lunch I got my usual spicy chicken wrap with fries and a soda. I sat down with Andrew and my 3 other best friends Dylan Colby and Eoin

Dylan French was the player of the group...wait.....they are all players he's just the most playerish. He had a new girl hung on to his arm at every break. I find it quite amusing when he stops talking to the new chic to pay attention to the conversation the rest of us are having, they always think it's my fault, what can I say I'm just an interesting person. Like the rest he is attractive with his bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. But when you get to know him his annoying nature trumps his looks.

Colby Sanders was the dirty minded one. He can make a dirty joke out of any thing and some how he makes girls weak in the knees. His hazel eyes and light brown hair with his tanned skin tone make him look kind of exotic even though he is completely American.