Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Meeting the Bad Boy

Hey, it's me again..

So, yeah, I guess we're just gonna get right into thisss.. Comment any thoughts on the story too after you're done reading the parts...!

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I walked into the school feeling very nervous. My first day of school was going to be scary. I didn't know what anyone was like, or anyone at all. Only Kaela and Jordan.

I had a sheet of paper in my hand as I roamed the halls, looking for my locker. The sheet of paper had the list of classes I had. English, Math, PE, and Foods. I sighed when I saw PE.

I guess I was pretty smart. I got A's in practically every class. That is, except PE. I don't know, I'm just not as athletic as most people, and I don't normally pay attention. I always end up getting hit in the face by a ball at least once every sport we play.

I found my locker and looked the surroundings. I was on the end, and on the right were the other lockers going all the way down the hall. On the left was two class rooms beside each other and then more lockers going down the hall in the other direction.

With my luck, I got a top locker. I could barely reach the top shelf of the locker. It sucked when you were only five feet and two inches tall, when everyone else in twelfth grade is six feet or so.

I stood on my tiptoes to hang my bag up, and took one of my binders out of my bag for the first class, English. I closed my locker and looked at the sheet, seeing what room it was. Room 102, it read. I looked at the door of the classroom right beside my locker. On the door was a little plaque reading "Room 106". I looked around then started walking down the hallway, following the numbers all the way down to room 102.

It was going to be hard starting a new school in the middle of the year. It was either going to be very hard to catch up, or boring because they could be fairly behind what I learned at my old school.

I went to a private school back in Oregon. You had to wear uniforms and we were very quick to learn new things. I had a feeling I was going to be ahead of this public school on things, but I could be wrong. You never know.

I walked in, looking around and seeing a girl sitting by herself in the back of the room. She had red hair, brown eyes, and she was really tall. I walked over to her shyly, and once I got to her desk, she looked up at me, smiling.

"Hi, I'm Anne-Marie, I was, uh, wondering if anyone was sitting here?" I pointed to the desk beside her, separated a little by the aisle. She looked over to the seat, then back up at me shaking her head.

"Nope, no one is sitting there, go right ahead. And I'm Rio, by the way," she put out her hand and I did the same. We shook hands and I smiled.

"So, are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before," she asked, turning in her seat to face me.

I put my binder and pencil case down and sat in the desk beside her. "Yeah, I'm from Oregon. My mom got a job promotion, so this is where we ended up," I looked around the room, watching some of the kids get into their groups of friends and start talking to each of them.

"Wow, neat, what does your mom do?"

"She's a publisher,"

"That's real cool, I've always wanted to be a writer. I think it would be fun. Having your name on the cover of a book and people buying it. I'd love that," she grinned.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool to hear about all the stuff she writes about,"

We talked for a little while longer, getting to know each other. She moved here last year from Chicago and reassured me that it doesn't take long to get used to this school. I was relieved, and a lot of stress and nervousness was lifted off my chest, but not all of it.