Dating The Bad Boy

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disclaimer: i've never written a book with the MC a bad boy so i'm sorry if it's bad

CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTION

My name is Wisconsin Hayley Turner. You might be thinking "what kind of name is Wisconsin?", but trust me, I have too. For almost eighteen years to be exact.

In whose right mind would Wisconsin be a fabulous name for a daughter. Why couldn't Hayley be my name? No, it's a great middle name.

I'm a standard teenager, besides my name. I go to high school like everyone else. But our school has those plaid skirt uniforms that girls pull up to show their butts.

I'm 5 feet 2 inches. Short for a girl my age and for any age basically. I'm known throughout the school for my ugly name. I have dirty blonde hair and greenish eyes.

I have two older brothers, Adam and Drew. Adam is 29, he's a lawyer and very successful at what he does. He's tall, unlike me. Black swooped hair that's always perfectly in place. He has blue crystal eyes and is engaged to a beautiful girl named Bianca.

Drew is 23, he has deep red hair and brown eyes. He's a contractor and loves his career. I love how passionate he is about everything he does. I want to have the same passion like him. He's such an amazing brother and cares about everyone and everything.

My dad, Edward, is a Harvard graduate but settled with being a real estate agent. He loves selling houses and making people happy. He's amazing with children and makes them feel much better about moving. He's tall with brown hair and green eyes. The same shade as mine. He loves our family and makes sure everyone it together for birthdays and major holidays.

My mom, Karen, is a therapist. She's a very smart and admirable woman. She gives out the best advice and everyone loves her. My mom is very blonde. Her hair isn't dyed but it's blonde. I don't know how my family ended up with almost all different shades of hair, but we did. We don't look like a family, we all look different.

I'm kind of a lone wolf. I have like no friends. But in a way, it's all good. I can focus on my studies, try to ignore the bullies, and secretly, I do cheer. I'm smart I guess. I want to become something amazing like everyone in my family. But I'm worried I won't break through like Adam or Drew or my mom and dad. I love cheer but my parents or brothers don't know I compete, they think I'm out at the mall or studying in the library when I go to practices or competitions.

Tomorrow is the first day of senior year and then I'll be out of this hell hole of a place. Welcome to my life.