Bad Girl In Disguise (SAMPLE) I ✔

H O N E S T

Sometimes, I don't even bother listening to people. People have rarely told me the wholesome truth, and when they do, they sugar-coat it or make it like it's something it's not.

So, why bother right?

Because, the keyword is rarely. That 0.1% of the time, they do tell the truth. And you have to keep your ears wide for that rare chance.

Although, telling what is true and what is bullshit does come in handy. That is one of the reasons why I am now reading a textbook on criminology.

Yup. You heard me right. I, Jesse Marks, am reading a textbook on a Saturday.

I want to know the signs of someone lying to you. Apparently, the usual signs such as stuttering and avoiding eye contact have nothing to do with lying. Mind blown. No sarcasm intended.

I am spending my Saturday morning reading because I need to figure out who to trust. Specifically, a bad boy who knows my secrets and can get me in a lot of trouble.

If Lucas lies to me about anything, I know I will resent him for it. Because even if it is a small thing, it shows that he is capable of lying anyway.

My phone is chilling on my bedside table and it just burped out a text. Unknown number.

Nice shirt.

I glanced down at my black shirt that had a puppy on it and looked around. Who the hell...

Who is this? If this is a pedophile I will skin your ass and make you eat it!

Better safe than sorry. Maybe the creep would think I'm too weird and eventually go away. Wishful thinking, but possible.

Feisty. I like it. Look out your window, wild girl.

I scrambled out of my bed and looked out my window. There sits on my giant oak tree, is Lucas. I sigh in relief before turning to glare at the smirking Lucas.

I slide my window open and flash him my middle finger as he crawls down a branch and hops inside my room.

"Good morning," he says cheerfully. I scowl and shut my window tight. I locked it and turned to face him.

"And what the hell were you thinking when pretending to be a freaking pedophile?!" I half-shouted. I assume mom and dad don't know that Lucas just snuck in and I prefer that they stay that way.

"I wasn't pretending to be a pedophile," Lucas protested, a trouble-making grin on his gorgeous and slappable face.

"How did you get my number anyway?!" I crossed my arms on my chest and his eyes darted quickly towards that area before returning to my eyes.

"I can't tell you all my secrets," he says with a wink. I rolled my eyes before collapsing back on my bed.

"And, what are you doing here?" I ask. He shrugs before sitting down beside me. He tries to wrap an arm around my shoulder but I swat it away.

"Can't I go and visit my friend?" he asks, taking my hand and intertwining my fingers with his. I tries pulling away but he grabbed my hand firmly. I gave up on that.

"There is this amazing piece of technology called a door, you fucking idiot," I say, although I couldn't help the grin that grew on my lips.

"Yeah? But isn't going through the window so much more romantic?" he teases, his face leaning closer to mine. I shoved him away.

"Sorry buddy. But you are here to meet your friend. Key word on friend," I say. He lifts my knuckles to his lips and kisses it before murmuring something I couldn't really hear.