The Bad Boy's Beauty

Chapter 1

Sierra's POV:

The box felt light in my arms. After moving around I had learned not to pack my bags heavy. I learned that quickly when I had to walk ten flights of stairs to get to my apartment when my job had moved me to Chicago. Luckily my job had moved me into an apartment on the first floor this time.

The apartment was bigger than most I had previously lived in. Walking in the first thing you notice is how open it is. The living room was furnished with a black couch facing a large flat screen tv hanging from the wall. The kitchen was almost as large as the living room. The counters were granite and the cabinets were a dark oak that looked black compared to the stainless steel appliances next to them. The room was lit brightly by the sun coming though the windows that covered the back wall.

To the side of the kitchen was a hallways that led to a bedroom. The bedroom looked as elegant as the rest of the apartment. The king size bed was placed along the wall in the middle of room. Fabric draped over the bedposts as if to shelter whoever sleeps on the pristine white sheets.

A large walk in closet sat next to bathroom. The bathtub was large enough to fit multiple people and could double as a jacuzzi. The shower was made from refined stone. The mirror fit over the entire opposite wall with a sink below centered in the counter.

I set the box with the others in center of the living room. My back screams in pain as I plop down onto the soft couch. Tired from todays events I begin watching Reign on Netflix. Its not until my phone's ringtone goes off I realize I fell asleep. Still sleepy to answer my phone and hold it up to my ear.

"Why aren't you at school!" My manager, Cristie, screams through the speaker. I jolt up and look at the clock on the DVR I see it was two hours past when I was supposed to be there. With my manager still screaming at me I rip open a box and rummage though it to find a decent outfit. Finally I settled on a green tee and ripped jeans. To finish off the look I put on my pair of white converse.

I opened my large make up bag and grabbed the wig I had carefully placed inside. Using my reflection in the window I fixed the dirty blonde to cover my bright red hair.

I worked as a model for a large lingerie company and so to ensure no one recognizes me i'm forced to disguise myself. To complete my new look I also wore thick black glasses.

I grab my phone and keys and rush out the door. It takes ten minutes to drive to my new school however due to (illegal) circumstances I made it in five.