Bad Boy Kisses

The Devil Itself

"Why do they call it a CRUSH?
Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return."

-Unknown

Today was the third day of school. I made one friend and one enemy already. I like the friend part but not the enemy part. I couldn't possibly make another one! Right?

Well today I didn't wear my favorite black hoodie because it was dirty. I hadn't washed it in 3 days. Ew. I walked over to my closet and went towards my dresser. I kneeled down and opened drawer Number 2. That's where I keep all my hoodies.

I know it's weird and you might be thinking "Why does she have a lot of hoodies?" Well back when I was the "fat" me all I used to wear was hoodies. And then when I finally lost all the weight you might think I started wearing crop tops and booty shorts. But that's not really me. So I just kept wearing hoodies.

I snapped out of that thought and looked down at my hoodie. It was blue, warm, snug, and best of all, it was safe. I got up carefully and clutched it near my chest. Then I sat on my bed and thought "Do I really need this?" I had answered my own question. No I do not.

I had just challenged myself. I have to go one day without any sweater or hoodie. This was going to be hard but I have to do it.

So I sadly said goodbye to my hoodie and opened the fourth and final drawer. That drawer revealed crop tops, shorts, tank tops, and other things I usually wouldn't be caught dead wearing.

Then I dreadfully grabbed a yellow crop top with some white ripped jean shorts. "What am I doing right now?" I asked myself.
When I finished, I went over to the big mirror in my room. I opened my mouth in shock at the girl that was standing there in front of the mirror.

She didn't look anything like me. She was beautiful, stunning, and most of all she wasn't me. I noticed a tear trickling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off. I was getting way too emotional.

So I went down stairs and my mom was there cooking breakfast. The smell of pancakes with maple syrup filled the air.
I actually couldn't wait for today's breakfast. Another one of my favorite breakfasts is a classic: fruit loops with milk. I really love fruit loops.

When I was little, I thought that each of the fruit loop colors corresponded to different flavors. So I thought green was lime and yellow was banana. Wow. I had a really weird imagination as a kid. I still do even now.

I sat down at the breakfast table and started eating the life out of those waffles as if I hadn't eaten in a year. As I was done, I looked up and found my mom looking at me in shock. "What?" I said with my mouth still full. She chuckled which was really weird of her. She is usually very serious.

"Oh it's nothing just you look so cute with your eyes so innocent and those chubby cheeks." she said. I started laughing too and I got the whipped cream a put some on her nose and she did the same.

This was really weird. It was the first time that I was actually spending time with her. As mother and daughter. It felt kinda.....good. I guess. I wonder what got into her? Besides that, she didn't say anything about my new outfit change.

I stepped foot outside and walked to school again. As I was starting to get halfway there, I saw a car pull up beside me. I looked at the driver side and saw a guy with Karla beside him.

"Hey you look.....different than usual." she said eyeing me up and down. I shyly looked down and said "Um, I just wanted to try something new today." She raised an eyebrow and said "Ok, anyways do you want a ride to school?" As I got into the car, I said "Yeah, sure Karla and thanks for the ride and for being my friend."

Karla smiled and looked at me and said "No problem and you're pretty great yourself, oh and this big fella over here is Connor, my boyfriend." I nodded and looked over to him. He looked over to me and smiled. "Hey I'm Connor as Karla mentioned and Im the quarterback for the school's football team." I said "Oh nice and by the way you and Karla make a really cute couple." Another thing about me is that I'm really straight forward.

Connor blushed and so did Karla. I could tell that they were uncomfortable so I just suggested that we just drive to school.

...

We got to school and I went to class as Karla and Connor were smooching their faces off in the corner. As I waked into my History class, I noticed I was early so I sat down in my usual seat. After what seemed like an eternity, students started walking in. Karla sat next to me and the more the students came in, the more stares I got.

The last few students came in and the last one to come was the devil itself- Daniel Evans. He came in and the moment he did I was the first person he stared at. And when he did look at me he smirked. Out of all the things in the world he decided to smirk. I immediately covered my arms as  he walked past me.

I looked behind me and luckily there was a guy sitting in that seat. I think his name is Ethan or something like that. I don't really know. But thanks dude you literally just saved my life.

As I turned towards the front, I heard behind me "Get out of that seat now or you'll meet the nasty side of me." Of course that voice and attitude could belong to none  other than Daniel Evans. Ugh. After that, I heard some shuffling around and then it got silent. I forced myself to keep my head forward even though I wanted to look back to see if my nightmare had come true.

But with my bad luck, it had.

That was confirmed by him whispering into my ear "You look really sexy in that outfit, you look nothing like the old Olivia I used to know." I quickly turned around and glared at him. Of course he just sat back and smiled.

I faced forward and sighed. I muttered "Now I have to deal with two people I very very VERY strongly dislike." as I slouched in my chair.

...

During class:

I was paying attention to Mr.Kenington when a paper ball flew into my direction. I put it on my lap an opened it.
It said:

Hey beautiful, you've changed a lot. But can you do me a favor and stop trying to impress me, I already have a girlfriend.

                            -Daniel

He really did not just tell me that. I wasn't even trying to impress him! Ugh. How I hate him. I quickly scribbled a note back to him:

Listen, I don't know why you are here or what you're up to but let me just tell you one thing, don't bother me or talk to me. Let's just both go our separate ways and forget that we ever saw each other. Okay?

I threw it back to him and in not even a minute, he responded with:

Feisty. I like it. Well sorry beautiful. Im not going away. By the way get ready tomorrow by 7. Im picking you up.

As I read it, I realized that by coming to this school, I set myself in a death trap.

What have I gotten myself into?