Watching The Bad Girl

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Bell

I reach over and shut the annoying alarm off. "Isabel Connit!" My mother screams. I give a small smirk, remembering I put whip cream in the cream can. "Yes, mother?" I say like a princess. "You girl," Mom snarls stomping into my room. Before she can say anything I climb out of bed, "Ma, calm down, what are you talking about?" I'm great at lying. "You know what I'm talking about!" Mom shouts. "Nope," I say, pulling out the 'nnnnn'. She glares at me, "The whip cream?" I raise my head, "Whip Cream?" She glares at me with all her might then groans, "Fine. Landon! Landon, get up this instant!" "What mom?" I hear the sleepy head croak. As soon as my mom closes the door, I jump up and grab my sweat shirt.

Now wearing a black shirt with the white words 'Haha, no, really try.', ripped jeans, and my favorite big sweat shirt. I pull my blonde hair into a messy bun. My freckles shine on my pale face and I give a groan, a new pimple, luckily small. I pick up my backpack and open my open my window. My room was the attic, with a window on each side, my bed in the middle, a closet on one side and a mirror and tv on the other. I reach out and land on the deck of our second floor quietly. I then jump to the trash can, and scramble over the fence. Free to go.

"Mommy, I didn't do it!" I hear Landon, my nine year old brother cry. I roll my eyes, by that age, I'd done too many pranks. I walk to school, ignoring my mom's angry calls. My only friend meets me at the cafe. "Jonah?" I look around and see him drinking something in the corner. "Let's go, idiot," I hiss. We leave, the sun shining in our faces.

"Anything new, Bellie?" He hums. I punch him, "Are you trying to piss me off?" "Kinda," he smirks. I glare at him, "Jerk. I'm not in the mood, I need to turn in my math homework or I'll have more detention." He shrugs, "And?" "I have a...something planned this weekend."

"Prank?" He pushes against my mysterious layer. "No." "Lameee," he groans. "So what?" I snap, pulling my backpack higher, and bitting my lip. We enter the school, past the kids chatting outside. The bell rings and I keep my pace. Jonah leaves, seeing some girls in his class. I open my locker and immediately feel something bang into it.

I turn to look on the ground to see a girl laying on her butt. Her whimpers made my heart pinch. I bend down to look at her. Her bright green eyes are blurry with tears, as she holds her nose. Her hair is curled and a pretty color brown. Her pink crop is wrinkled and her shorts ride up just a bit. She's wearing little flats. "You alright?" I murmur looking into her dreamy eyes. I then realize, this is Emily Jammison, the most popular girl in school, sweetest attitude, and poppy personality. Shit, I just hit the girl of everyone's dreams.

She looks at me for a moment then gives me a winning smile, "I'm fine." I stand, holding out my hand. Her hand is soft, but I'm mostly thinking about the fact that my old boyfriend is walking past, with a new girl draped in his arms. The girl gives no attention to me, but Nolan gives me a sly smile. I used to be that girl, in his arms, getting his lips. I said I didn't have a urge towards people, but he made me feel good, you know, until I learned he was cheating on me.

Emily clears her throat once Nolan's gaze drops to his new girlfriend's breasts. I turn to her, and see a confused look, "How...um..are you okay?" Is she actually awkward? For a second I think she might be bad at socializing but, then she gives her big smile, and her back has a little curve. My curves stay hidden under a big jacket, and jeans. Her brown locks shuffle as she turns to look at her friends rushing to her. "Bye!" She chirps. I roll my eyes.

I turn and go to my first class, turning in my homework. Ms. Misslom gives me small smile, "Thanks, Miss Connit, have any trouble?" I groan slightly, "Do I have detention?" She looks at me, surprised, her smile falls to a frown, "No..." "Good," I cut her off and walk to my desk. Ms. Misslom, stands to the front of class when the bell rings.

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Finally, my last class ends, and I stumble out of school. I see Jonah, but he's talking to Jess, and now there kissing. That dumb ass playboy, I don't think we've actually been friends since middle school. As I turn on my heel I smack into a chest. The chest rumbles and I know that shirt anywhere. I pull away with a glare, almost have hugging him in a reaction. "Hey, Bell, how are you?" He chuckles. I give him my strongest glare, which usually makes people stiffen, and it worked. "I'm fine, just-" I start with a rude comeback when he pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, Boo!" He whines, "I've missed you." I ignore the temptation to kiss him, he actually meant something to me. "Wow, you must feel lonely knowing I haven't," I nearly growl. He gives me a smirk. I don't know how to say how much I wanted to beat him. I go to walk around him, but he grabs my wrist, "Boo." "Stop it, you idiot! You didn't even call me 'boo' I think you're mistaking it for the other girl you were dating," I rip my wrist away. He gives me a wider smirk, "Maybe. Miss me?" "No." I stomp away, ignoring his Sexual comments he yells. When I get home I walk up the stairs and slump into my bed, door locked.

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Hi! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story! I'm really excited to show you guys the rest of me story, please stick with me :) And give me critism plz. What's your opinion of Bell's? You like her? Jonah? Want Jonah and Bell's back story? Please comment! :)

-Wolfy