How To Love A Bad Boy [English -Unedited]

#HTLAB| Prologue

Prologue  

"Sophie! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for almost an hour now!" Kat impatiently taps her beautiful tanned legs on the grassy ground when I finally reach her.

"I'm really sorry Kat! Mrs. Smith gave me these extra credit projects I cannot pass. And..."

Kat cuts me off before I can actually finish my excuse and I'm glad she did because it gives me time to catch my breath.

"It's fine Sophie. I 'm just messing with you," she says. "And besides, I lied about being an hour early. Actually it's just been five minutes."

"Jeez, Kat! Do you really have to do that? I practically run here like an idiot when you texted me that you've been waiting for me for so long!" I hiss, quite annoyed that she tricked me into coming to the track to run with her.

"Duh! Even if I didn't texted, you will come here early to practice anyway. It's either that or you just become a total moron and forget that you need to practice for your upcoming marathon in about...well, a month from now."

She instantly looks smug when I don't immediately reply. Damn, she's right. I really need to practice.

"You're right," I finally say, feeling a little uncomfortable with the short shorts that I'm wearing. Oh, scratch that...I hate the damn shorts.

I know that we can easily run in these shorts but it's just that, it makes me feel naked and somewhat...slutty. Hell, I don't even know what entered Coach Ross's mind to let us wear this lame excuse of a uniform.

Kat seems to notice my dilemma because she instantly changes the subject. "Hey, don't mind the shorts. Your legs look hot. Trust me. And besides, the boys are already checking you out."

At the mere mention of boys, we both look at the direction of the lacrosse team, who are now warming up at the opposite side of the field and totally ignoring us.

I snort and make a face. I know that there's no way that those gorgeous boys will look at me or my legs for that matter. I understand that Kat is only comforting me and my insecurities but hell, it's not working!

I know what I am, and I believe that nothing can change the fact that I'm invisible in this damn school.

Mainly because of these three reasons. First, I'm not that pretty. I mean, who can notice an ugly sixteen year old virgin with huge eye glasses that cover half of her pale face, has untamable red hair, a huge pair of dull green eyes and stutters whenever she's nervous, if you can have a hot blonde chick admiring you everyday.

Right?

Second, I am totally and proudly a nerd. I just had my braces removed last summer, for shit's sake! My classes are all in advance and my grades are all straight A's and I'm really addicted to books, especially fiction and history. Plus I have a poster of Einstein in my bedroom. So I'm really the definition of nerdyness (if there's such a word). And pretty and popular people hate nerds, so it's my bad.

The third and last reason is that Ms. Popular/Head Cheerleader/ total female dog Sasha Blake hates me. I don't know why but whenever we're in the same room, things get messy and pretty bad.

Well, that's life. It sucks.

And oh! Before I forgot. I may be a nerd...but damn right I am one heck of a cussing machine.

I scan the team, trying to find someone and wishing silently that he will meet my gaze and smile back at me. Huh, dream on sister!

But as if he heard my selfish wish, I see him there, stretching with his teammates and looking perfect as always.