Chapter 1
There’s really no right way to start a story like this one, so I might as well just pick the closest thing to the beginning I can think of. Like every last Wednesday of the month, my parents were busy getting ready for their fashion gala. My father being a photographer and my mother a designer, they’re both deeply involved in the fashion industry. And no, we don’t live in New York, but California. We live right by Monroe beach, just a few hours away from LA. Unlike all of the cities we could’ve chosen to live in, our town is filled with laid-back, well-off families. And being as small as we are, everyone goes to the same high school and knows just about everybody.
“Amelia,” my father said, sticking his head through my doorway, in his thick Italian accent, “your mother and I are about to leave for the gala. I left you thirty dollars for takeout tonight on the table. We’ll be back late, but don’t wait up for us.”
“Okay, Papa. See you later.”
“Ti amo Tesoro.”
“Amo anche voi, papá.”
Within minutes I heard the garage door open and close. It really wasn’t all that surprising that my mother didn’t come to say goodbye with how stressed she always gets before these things. She was always worried that she wouldn’t look good enough, but she was gorgeous no matter what she was wearing.
Picking up the thirty bucks from the table, I grabbed my jacket, shoes, and car keys and headed out. Dinner on my own always meant heading to Mama Jojo’s. Ever since I was a little girl, I had been coming to Jojo’s for their milkshakes. They were the best in town, and it had become a tradition of mine to stop in each week.
“Amelia, is that you?” Miss Jojo said in her heavy southern accent. Everything about her read deep south, being from Georgia. Even having been in California for so many years, she still never changed into anything less than a southern lady.
“Yes, Miss Jojo. It’s good to see you.”
“I haven’t seen you in two whole weeks, Hun. You need to keep coming around here.”
“Well I had midterms last week, Miss Jojo. You know how I like to study,” I said. And really, it wasn’t even a lie. I’m always studying, pushing myself to get good enough grades to get out of here and head off to college already.
“Oh I know you do, honey,” she said, bustling around the counter. “Do you want the usual? Vanilla milkshake and a chicken strip basket?”
“Don’t you know it!”
I took a seat up at the counter and looked around. The 50s-style diner never got old no matter how many times I came here. From the black and white checkered floors to the bright vinyl and chrome booths, I loved it all. Normally this place would be jam-packed with people, as it was a staple in this town, but it was close to closing time and the place was deserted.
“Okay, Amelia,” Miss Jojo said, swinging through the red kitchen door with my order on a tray. “Here’s your food, honey. Honey mustard and barbeque sauce, just the way you like it.”
“Thanks, Miss Jojo. But do you think I could get this to go? It looks like it’s about to rain. You know how I am.”
“Oh well of course, just let me pack it up for you.”
I felt bad as soon as she left. I wish I could’ve told her before she brought out the food that way she wouldn’t have to work extra. Miss Jojo had to be at least 65, and she had already had a hip replacement. But I couldn’t stay if the weather was going to turn.
After she put everything together for me, I rushed out and started the drive home. It should’ve only taken about fifteen minutes, but about five minutes in one of my tires blew. This was just why I didn’t like driving in a storm. I could feel my chest start to tighten and my breaths getting shorter. I could feel myself starting the attack. When I was eleven, any time I was in a stressful situation I’d start having panic attacks. When I finally went to the doctor’s, I was diagnosed with Panic Disorder. I slowly felt myself slipping farther into the attack, so I got out of the car for air and to try and fix the tire myself. I might not have known what I was doing, but I needed to get home right away.
About ten minutes later, I had already been soaked through to the bone but still hadn’t made any progress on the tire. “Hey!” a deep voice called from behind me. “Do you need some help?”
“Yes, please. My tire went flat but I don’t know how to change it. You don’t mind?”
Crouching down on the side of the road, the guy walking up to me looked like a giant. He must’ve been about 6’3”. But when he finally got close enough for me to see him, I thought I might just about pass out. It was none other than Aiden Coles, the school’s notorious bad boy. Aiden Coles had just stopped on the side of the road to help me—me—the quiet girl that everyone passed by in school.
Lord help me, because I feel another panic attack coming if I have to be any closer to this boy.
AMELIA ON THE RIGHT SHE'S LILY COLLINS AND THATS BAE
HAI i didnt put my authors note at the end of the first one because i wanted the mood to stay set you know but i promise chapters will get better from here its just a really crappy beginning and i will eventually go back and make it better but i am going to update every Wednsday because im starting volleyball and have stuff to do on other days so that is my only open day in the week but its snowing outside and the cancelled school for the rest of the week so maybe another update .
also amelia and her dad at the beginning just said i love you to each other i just wanted to show how her family works sometimes
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Broken By The Bad Boy
Fiksi Remaja“Why should I stay Aiden, please give me one reason I should stay and I will, Aiden please.” He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. He had nothing he had no big romantic speech he had no ‘I love you’ he had no I’m sorry ‘ , but I shou...
