The Bad Boy & The Good Girl (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

Every morning when I get up,  I always ask why did school exist. Why we couldn't we have a built in memory chip in our brains so we could know everything, and wouldn't need to go to school? Getting up early in the morning just to go to 'jail' is not something to look forward to everyday. Five days of school, two days of weekend, ten months of school, and two months of summer vacation. Who the hell divided this shit?! They must've hated kids. Since there was no chance of having a built in memory, I guess i gotta get my ass out of bed, and get ready for school.

 I went to the bathroom and did my morning rituals, which was to brush my teeth, and take a shower. This morning i decided to wash my hair, because it smelled horrible. After i finished, I braided it into a fishtail. Then I headed to my room and got dressed. I wore a black skinny jeans, a gray blouse that marked 'Paris' in black letters on it, and a gray and black vans. I am labelled as a nerd at school. I don't dress like one, but i don't dress like a slut either.

In my eyes, I have the looks of an average girl. I have brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a dimple in my left cheek. I was simply cute.

I grabbed my bag, and my iphone headed towards the kitchen. I was greeted by my cousin Taylor, which was such a surprise since she usually still getting ready at this time, which was 7:30. I took a seat next to her, inhaling the food i was being cooked. 

"Look who's not late." I said to Taylor and she looked up from her phone.

"I am never late, guys are just simply always early." She defended with a smile. Taylor was gorgeous. She had blue eyes which are gorgeous, and blonde hair which are shoulder length now, because she cut them. Unlike me, Taylor is very outgoing, and is quite popular at school. Her parents are always travelling, so they left her with us.

"Sure you are." I said sarcastically with a laugh as she glared at me.

"Here is breakfast". My dad said as he walked in with three plates filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

My dad cooked breakfast for us every morning up until my mom died. They used to cook together all the time. I used to think they were the best couple in the entire world. My dad is handsome, kind-hearted and a very good listener. I think that's why my mom fell in love with him. She was a beautiful woman with a loving personality to match. She had such a pretty smile. I never talked about her death to anyone, and I was the one who saw her die.

"This looks great uncle Rob" Taylor said as she took a bite of her pancakes. 

"How come you started cooking again daddy?" I asked slowly unsure if I should ask.

"Well," He started. "I only stopped because it pained me to think about your mother, but when I cook I feel like a part of me dwells in me."

"Awww." I said getting up to give him a hug. Taylor joined in too. We sat down and finished breakfast. Talking and laughing about silly things.

We wished my dad a good day and headed to Taylor's car. It was a blue BMW M4 Coupe which was a 'sorry we couldn't be there for you birthday' present from her parents. I know aunt Michelle and uncle Patrick were busy people, but they gotta have time for Taylor. You can't always shower your kids with presents when you disappoint them. I swear if Taylor didn't have me or my dad, she'd be a stuck up bitch.

In ten minutes we arrived at school, leaving 5 minutes for us to spare, and Taylor parked the car in her usual spot. We got out and she locked the doors, then we headed towards the building. 

"Ally, Taylor you're here!!" I heard a familiar voice shout. It was Jeremiah, one of our friends. Even though I was a goodie goodie, Jeremiah shamelessly flirted with me everywhere.