my own personal bad boy { fillie }

badass

            chapter one
        // badass //

"you are going to love this school mills." my mom says in her annoying voice she only uses to try and convince me of things. "i don't want to jump to conclusions." i state. i didn't mind smart talking my mom. she was a bitch sometimes.

my mom, my step dad, my brother charlie, and little step sister ava and i had just recently moved to new york this summer in hopes of getting a better education then we did in england. technically, it was just to get a better education for my brother and sister because i got kicked out of my old school. it was also so i could go to a different school because the other school in my small ass town was too far away. it was a change, moving to the U.S. but who gives a shit?

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"have a good day at school kiddo." my brother charlie said in his strong british accent. i opened his car door and waved him goodbye. he was the only person who understood me. back home i only had one other friend, maddie. i've talked to her everyday since we left in the summer.

i opened the glass door to the one story school. as i stepped inside i was greeted by unpleasant smells of body oder and cigarettes. i didn't do drugs, but i kind of wanted to try them. my parents didn't drink alcohol so i would have to go out of my way if i wanted to try it. im only fifteen but people my age do stupid things.

i walked over to my locker. i had made sure i memorized the number. the halls where empty, clear of any possible people. i stared at the ugly locker, the nude paint was almost all the way chipped off, leaving a rusty gray color. i opened the lock, which had the combination taped to the back. i slid my new backpack off, i had gotten it before we moved. i stuffed it inside the locker, and pulled out my phone from my hoodie pocket.

i wore a red hoodie, dark skinny jeans, and doc. martens. i pulled up my schedule, english was first. i placed my phone back in my pocket and stuck my hands into my backpack, pulling out my heavy, fat english textbook we were required to have.

i started to walk to the office, which happened to be by my locker. when i arrived, i walked into a fairly large room. a woman in her mid forties sat at a desk, her eyes drifted from her computer to me.

"hi dear, what can i help you with?" the woman asked.

"i need a tardy slip. if thats a thing in the U.S." i said. i didn't care if she thought i sounded stupid.

"sure thing." she giggled, pulling out a small piece of white paper from a drawer.

she then asked for my name and first period, which i gave to her no problem. she then handed the paper to me. i told her thanks and left.

i listened to the silence of the hallways, hearing teachers speak as i walked past classrooms. i then reached 108, the english room.

"i swear if i see your pencil leave that paper one more time, i will make you go outside and lie on the burning hot concrete, again." said the teacher, who seemed to be in his late twenties to a boy sitting in the back.

"my pencil will not be leaving this paper anymore, sir." the boy said back sarcasticly. the whole class chuckled.

i had only heard him say that one thing, but i liked him already. i still stood there, leaning against the doorway. the teacher then turned to me.

"okay i'm assuming you're millie. hi. i'm mr. keery, come on in." he said.

i walked in. he pulled a piece of paper from a pile on his desk and handed it to me.

"your seat is the only one without anyone sitting in it. pretty self explanatory." he smiled.

i walked over to the desk. it was placed in the back of the room to the far left. the boy mr. keery was angry at a minute ago sat to the right of me. i looked to the paper on my desk. we had to write about our summer. stupid shit. i started writing about how we moved, pretending i was excited we did.

i switched my gaze to the boy who still sat to the right of me. i noticed and studied his facial features. his face was painted with freckles, he had black curly hair, and almond brown eyes. he was actually quite attractive. as i studied his face he noticed and turned to face me.

"Need something?" He asked.

"Not at all." I smiled, turning back to face my crumpled paper.

My mom had always told me that I had no feelings. Like no reactions to anything. And that was true. For instance, my mom slapped me once for being rude to people at the bank she used to work at. I felt nothing. No pain, no anger. Nothing. And when my dad died, still no emotion. No sadness, nor grief. It was like I didn't care at all. When I told my best friend Maddie back in England he had passed, she cried for two days straight. I had only had one true friend, which was her.

As I was writing, I noticed I had nothing to really write about. It had to be 30 sentences long. I almost ripped my paper to shreds and threw it on the ground. I think the dude text to me noticed how red my face was and my heavy panting, because he kept smirking at me.

"Im out this bitch." the boy said.

"Finn, we have fifteen more minutes."

Finn. His parents couldn't have picked a better name for him. He just kept getting better and better. He had attitude, and I liked it. I wasn't interested in him though. I was never interested in boys most of the time. It was mostly the other way around.

"And I'm tired of doing this damn work." Finn said.

Mr. keery sighed.

"Go. But this is the last time this will ever happen. See you after school." Mr. Keery replied.

I was so interested in their conversation. I wondered what made Mr. Keery so lenient on letting Finn go. And I also wondered why he was seeing him after school? I had a lot of questions.