Rich Delinquent

Rich Delinquent

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 P R O L O G U E

Anita's POV

I watched smoke leave my lips, and swirl in different directions before disappearing. Making myself comfortable in my car I leaned my head back against the car door and put my feet up against the passenger seat. This is what I needed before going into hell and playing nice with two-face cheerleaders and jerks that prefer to call themselves jocks instead. It isn’t much of a difference really.

 I sighed and tried to forget about it.

Two or three cigarettes later I saw a guy get out of his car. I recognized him as Jayden, the school bad boy. He locked the doors to his black mustang while rubbing his eyes and stretching out his body. He must have missed first period to take a nap. I didn’t even notice he was in there, point for him.

Jayden stretched his arms causing his shirt to go up and flash me a nice set of abs. He didn’t fail short of the title with that body and his handsome looks. I admired from afar and was caught off guard when I looked back up at his face and his blue eyes meet mine.

He looked surprised for a second before smiling and slowly coming over to me. I sighed deeply and white smoke left my nostrils. I wonder how much I would have to pay this time to shut them up.

When he stood starring down at me through the window, with his hands on top of the car, I pressed the button so the window could go down. I had the other window down so the car wouldn’t get filled up with smoke but he wanted to be up and personal with me.

“Anita Everson.” Jayden said with astonishment.

“Jayden Butcher.” I said back.

“I would have never guessed the most popular good girl in school would ditch or even for that matter, smoke.” He empathized, ‘ditch’ and ‘smoke’ for me. How nice.

“I guess you shouldn’t label people by their appearance.”

“No, I guess you should not…” Jayden said staring at me strangely; a bit intensely. I locked eyes with his and didn’t dare look away. He was finally seeing me as me and not how my mother expected people to see me. That’s why I’m fake to the whole world, because of her and fabulous reputation.

We stayed there eyes locked, the air around us heavy with slience for what was to come. We weren't saying anything but everything was changing for both of us. I could either raise the window and it would be obvious that I don't want anything to do with him or I could offer him a smoke.

After thinking about, I made the move.

I offered him the cigarette and he gave me his award-winning-panty-dropping smile in return, before taking the cigarette out of my fingers and taking a drag.

And this, ladies and gentlemen is how my good relationship with the bad boy started.