The Bad Boy is My Best Friend

The Bad Boy

My Best Friend is the School's Bad Boy

The Bad Boy

Sofia's POV

I looked at the girl in front of me and I felt disappointed. The big nerdy glasses hid her dull, forest-green eyes. Her mid-length, red-brown hair was seemingly permanently wavy from always being kept in a high-ponytail. Her slender but lean build gave away her love for running. To any outsider, she seemed to be just a normal girl worried about her aesthetic, her friends, and which college she was going to go to.

...but the definition of normal is relative and this girl's normal was hell.

The girl in the mirror was me but I wished she wasn't. All I saw was a girl desperate to escape her small town and wanting to change how she looked, who she was. She wanted to become someone different. I wanted to be someone, anyone, else.

Quickly throwing on a pair of worn out, ripped skinny jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, I turned away from the mirror and shook away all of the bad thoughts and memories being brought to the forefront of my mind.

A sigh fell from my lips as I trudged downstairs to the kitchen. As always, no one was home. Mom and Dad were always working or having "date nights", which were probably just excuses not to bring me along anywhere.

I grabbed my off-white, raggedy backpack from the tile floor, and laced up my black and white high-tops before heading to the bus stop. The walk to the bus stop was quiet, peaceful and made me feel lighter.That feeling of serenity completely drained from my body once I stepped onto the bus.

Not even minutes into my last first day of school and the tormenting had already begun. Of course, I was sentenced to sit in the back as always. The "weirdo" kid that had a breakdown sophomore year was to be avoided at all costs and I was that weirdo kid.

The rest of the kids at my bus stop also made sure that I was the last one to get on the bus so that as I walked by to get to my seat, they could pay their usual heartwarming compliments.

"Hey fatso. Have a nice summer?" Cherise Lette, a.k.a. Cherry, the head cheerleader at school, sneered.

"Of course she did, Babe. She had all of us keeping her company all summer. Isn't that right, Freak?" Cherry's on-again-off-again boyfriend, Dylan Lake said, glaring at me while pulling Cherry across the bus seat and impossibly closer to his side.

I ignored them, keeping my gaze locked onto the empty row of seats in the very back of the ugly yellow bus.

Unfortunately, I wasn't moving quick enough, nor was I paying much attention to where I was walking and just before I could reach my seat, the bus driver decided to leave the stop, causing me to lose my balance. I tried to regain my footing by back-pedaling a bit but I instead tripped over someone's foot, causing me to fall backwards onto my butt.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I glanced up briefly to see Parker Bokeman sneering at the shoe that I had just tripped over. Standing up slowly and using the top of the seats as support, I grabbed my bag and plopped down in my seat. Glancing forward, I caught Parker's famous "I'm going to end you" glare and quickly looked away, out the window, gulping down the small amount of fear that was clawing its way up my chest.

I laid my head against the window and sighed again, wanting this day, this year to be over already. I clutched my necklace, hoping the zoo in my stomach would settle down.

Just get through the day, Sofia. Take it one day at a time.

The bus came to a stop in front of our school and everyone clambered off. I stayed back for a few more minutes than necessary, collecting myself before slowly making my way off the bus.