The BadBoy Broke My Window [Soon To Be Rewritten]

Chapter One [Edited]

To the side is Emilia   >>>>>>>

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Emilia's POV:

'Isn't it funny? I like to dance when I'm on my own, And whenever it's sunny (yeah), You know I don't wanna stay at home' The sound of my phone blasts my room. Great who could be calling me at this time of morning? Without looking at the caller ID I answer,

"Hello?" I ask, 

"Emilia, did I wake you?" Analise's voice comes through the phone, she is one of my moms business partners and our client.

"No, no how can I help you Ana?" She likes me to call her that, why I don't know.

"I was just wondering what time my appointment was?" She asks politely,

"Sure, are you able to wait a few minutes so I can find the book?" 

"Yea, that's fine. Thank you darling"

I quickly run downstairs, to the studio, you see my mother is a photographer and while she goes overseas for her job, I take over our home business. Once I get to the studio, I start searching for the appointment book, and lucky for me it was on top. I open it and flick to tomorrows date Saturday seventh of June. I look down the names and found Ana's name.

"Ana,"

"Yes, I’m still here," She reply's,

"Your appointment is at ten-thirty tomorrow morning." I tell her politely,

"Ok, thank-you darling. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Today is Friday and for me that is a good thing, I’d prefer the business over school and I only run it on weekends. And that reminds me I have school, kill me. I look at the clock to see it read six forty five a.m. and school starts at eight thirty a.m., so better start getting ready. I went to my closet and just pick out a random outfit. Grey sweatpants and a white tank top with my worn out converse. Honestly I didn't even care what I wear to school, school is for what would you say, in my school West High you tend to get judged on your social status and looks. And I don't dress to impress anyone, I just go to school and come home. I don't have any friends, especially with the experiences I’ve had and trust me no one deserves such... uh, lets just say they use you until they find better. And that explains me, the loner sixteen year old, like I care, judge me and I won't even care. I'm that kind of person. I don't have to deal with anyone's problems.

Once I finish getting ready, I grab my things and lock the house. I jump into my baby, she is a gtr r35. Starting her engine and leave for school. Driving into to the school car park, people look at my car and stare, but when they see me they don't look back, see since I’m low in social status, I’m like the trash of the school. Honestly I don't care, people are just jealous for what they don't have and I’m fine to be on my own. 

I enter the school with one thing on my mind, once schools over I have the weekend. Except I have little Miss Popular making out on my locker. GROSS. 

"Excuse me," I say politely, 

"Can't you see that I’m busy." The bitchy brunette says with an evil smirk on her face, and continues swapping saliva with one of the jocks.

"Well, Layla can't you see I’m going to be late because of your little make out sesh on my locker, so I suggest you take that somewhere else." I tell her clearly annoyed.