Good to be bad .

Chapter 2

Evie is driving us to school in her banged up black ford Mondeo and I can't believe she actually holds a license .

She's a terrible liability on the road with no respect for other drivers .

She swerves for the curb as she lights her cigarette and I brace myself for the impact .

"Jesus Evie your going to kill us " I cry out but she laughs out loud .

"Have a cigarette relax " she laughs and throws the box at me .

"No thank you I don't smoke .. " I reply proudly and she scoffs .

"Just have one it won't kill you " she smiles and I take one from her .

See this is why my Dad worries about me being here ,
The young adolescents of today to engrossed with peer pressure and the want to fit into today's society .

But I guess I'm totally going back on my theory now ..

I never smoked a cigarette before so I watch Evie as she inhales from the tip before blowing it back out with ease .

I copy her and immediately I start coughing as the smoke fills my lungs .
I don't like it .

"Oh sister .. " She teases and I try again but immediately I feel like spewing .. I quench it straight away into an old dusty coke can that sits in the cup holder.

"Why do you smoke ?" I ask .
"Why did you take it ?" she replies throwing the question around on me .

I ignore her thou as she parks the car between two car spaces .

"Evie that's two spaces you've taken up" I snap .

"Jesus Riley can you stop " she laughs shaking her head at me .

"Go straight to the office and they will sort you out . Il meet you for lunch in the cafeteria ok ?" She says and I nod nervously before adjusting my bag across my shoulder .

"Youl be fine .. Just come get me if you need me .. We might have classes together anyway " she smiles genuinely at me which is rare for Evie believe me .

She's always so dark and moody looking but I think it's a front she holds up .

I often thing her ways are a cry for help .

I make my way to the school office which is more modern than i had imagined , I'm met by an elderly lady named judy who smells of cheap perfume who helps me to register .

It's surprisingly open and bright for a school office and there's a thick smell of coffee in the air .

She escorts me down the large open corridor and suddenly I feel uncomfortable , all eyes peer curiously my way but I keep my head down .

I hate being the new girl it sucks !

I'm standing by my locker studying my time table when I realise I was supposed to be in maths 5 minutes ago and it's on the other side of the school.

Oh no !

I scurry down the hall mentally praying that class hasn't started without me when i take a sharp turn and suddenly I hit something hard and my books fly in all directions .

"Watch it " a male voice snaps and
Immediately I bend down to gather my things feeling very mortified so I mumble a sorry .

"Zayn .. " another husky voice laughs and Suddenly a hand reaches down and hands me the last of my books .

"Thank you " I mutter and when I look up I see a scruffy curly haired boy with a bandada on on his head like a hair band and amazing green bright eyes .