The Bad Boy's Secret

Chapter One

I always liked Friday.

Time passed faster than usual. I watched The Bachelor during six o'clock, read a light romantic cliche novel, and ship my favorite fandoms on tumblr before I go to sleep. Then the next following days would be the weekends.

But this Friday wasn't the way I thought it would be me.

I nearly got a D because of some incident and a popular cheerleader made fun of me. And finally, I got detention.

But at the same time, I met you.

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Chapter One

It was raining. I didn't mind the rain. In fact, I enjoyed it. I really did. Especially when I was at home reading a book, drinking hot warm chocolate.

But I hated the rain whenever I forgot to bring my umbrella. I was freezing, dripping wet and running late for class.

Fuck weather reports. Note to self: never watch them again.

I was greeted by my best friend, Allyson Grey once I arrived, "You look like a mess."

"Geez, thanks for the boost of confidence." my voice was laced in sarcasm.

She laughed lightly as she handed me a bag. "Here. I always have a spare uniform in my locker."

I didn't even bother asking her why. I was grateful.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I grabbed it and went towards the restroom to change.

Allyson was somewhere between nerdy and popular. She had charisma and was really pretty. She had high cheek bones, short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her personality was bright and friendly. She was also smart. I met her in math club.

And then there's me, Emma Summers.

I stared at my reflection. There stood a girl with brunette wavy hair that covered her face, dull green eyes hidden by my ridiculously large eyeglasses frame that my mom bought for me when I broke my old one.

The uniform was too loose on me. I carefully buttoned every single button of the blouse. I don't know why other girls enjoyed opening the first few buttons, it was against school policies. Not that anyone cared I guess.

I lifted the skirt to my waist. It was too short. I scowled. The latest fashion trend nowadays is the the less, the better.

I glanced at my watch.

"Shoot." I muttered as I try to grab all my things and run to class.

I'm screwed. Today's first subject was science. Our teacher, Mr. White, absolutely hates me ever since I corrected him.

The hallway was empty and quiet, well except for my loud panting and my footsteps. Have I ever told you how I absolutely sucked at sports? Well there was this one time I got an award during physical education, it was for being the slowest runner.

Suddenly, I don't know how, but I bump into a really hard wall. All my books, papers from my bag and other things falls.

I'm was clearly annoyed at myself on how I had to forgot to zip my bag today, when I was running late. Hitting the wall as hard as I could, I sat there.

"Excuse me?" a familiar voice says.

The 'wall' turns around and I find myself staring at jet black eyes. Suddenly, I find myself staring at no other than our school bad boy, Ashton Collins.

Describing him as good-looking was an understatement for him because he's a Greek god. He had disheveled black hair, defined check bones, obsidian black eyes. His jaw was clenched tightly and his lips were curled to a frown. He was glaring at me.