Bad boys Good Girls

CHAPTER 1

Jocelyn's POV:

Walking into school on the first day grade 11 always fucking sucked. I mean, sure I have my best friends, but I'd rather be in my pool with them then at this shithole. Julia Moreno and Olivia Kostopolous are my best friends and I wouldn't know what to do without them.

"We only have one class together and it's english" Julia whined to me

"Fuck man, its fine we can talk between classes" I answered.

Olivia Julia and I continued to walk to our first class, which was english.

"I literally want to die" Olivia told us as she was getting her binders our her bag.

As she went to reach down to her backpack, the next thing I know, Olivia fell on the floor. I was going to help her up until I felt a tall ass man shove me.

*what the fuck?* I thought. I looked up and I see Tyson Ryder. 

Want a little background check on him? Okay sure, I'm fucking scared of him, everybody is scared of him. This sounds dumb as fuck but if we had a bad boy in our school, it'll be him and his friends. He gets into fights like its his fucking tribal calling, the only time I see him be nice would be when he's around his friends. 

Tyson held out his hand for Olivia to get up. I looked at Julia in shock. 

"sorry" I hear him mutter

Olivia gets up by herself just as shocked as we are. 

"Maybe next time watch it?" Olivia says quietly.

This is it. This is how we die. Goodbye cruel cruel world. I hear Tyson's friends all laugh and make fun of him for getting owned by a girl, but I can even see it in Julia's eyes...we just got sucked into something. 

"Watch it Kostopolous, don't try me" Tyson answered with a faint smirk and walked away. 

"WHAT THE FUCK OLIVIA?" Julia whisper yells.

"I don't know what happened" Olivia replied. 

We continued to walk and pretend nothing happened. It doesn't change that we were scared shitless but we don't want any more attention.

We walked into class and what are the fucking odds Tyson is in that class, but not just him, but his "bad boy" best friend Cameron Gust. They were sitting at the back of the class though. Julia Olivia and I chose to sit in the empty seats in the middle of the class. I sat near the back behind Olivia and Julia sat beside me the the right. After we all sat down we just decided to chill on our phones. 

The teacher ended up walking in. It didn't help that he looked like cailou with wrinkles. We just all did our work and waited to class to end. We were doing individual work, not that anybody is actually working, everyones just talking and pretending like they're reading something. Julia and Olivia are deep in their own conversation while I was just working on my work. Until I feel some shit hit my head. I let it go because I didn't want to cause any commotion but then I feel it again. And again.

"Maybe her heads made out of plastic and she can't fell anything." I hear somebody whisper.

THAT'S IT. The next thing you know my short tempered ass turns the fuck around and whips my entire pencil case. MY ENTIRE FUCKING PENCIL CASE. WHO THROWS THAT SHIT? At the guy throwing shit at me. 

Yup. It was Tyson. He looks at my shocked.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jocelyn" Tyson sighed. 

Tyson and I used to be friends in elementary school, nothing bad went wrong, we just found our own group. He knew I was a fireball the form of a 5'2 girl's body. 

"I'm so so sorry why the fuck are you throwing shit at me?" I asked, kind of laughing at the fact I just whipped a pencil case at the bad boy.

"I was trying to get your attention!" He replied

"Had trouble pronouncing my name?"

"I didn't want Olivia to turn around too"

"why?"

"Because I wanted to ask you for her number"

"no."

"please"

"I know you're stupid and you'll end up leading her on."

"I won't"

"Fine"

I wrote Olivia's number on a piece of paper so it didn't seem suspicious and it just looked like we were working. I handed it to Tyson behind me. 

"Oh i'm going to regret this" I thought to myself.

The class ended and we walked out. We all established that we had very different classes this period so we had to split up. Okay Jocelyn Clark, you got this.