Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Unexpected Visitor

idk if I did but s/o to @okay80s on Instagram who made my new fanfic cover ((-:

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For the rest of the week, I kept my eye on Dinger in English. And like Rio said, every time I looked back at him, he was staring at me.

It was starting to get a little creepy. Before, when I first came in contact with him, I'd be freaking out but for some reason now it was creepy. The guy I love was staring at me, and I didn't feel the least bit happy about it. Or, at least, the guy I thought I loved.

Maybe my feelings had finally passed over. Maybe I was finally over Dinger. What I didn't know was was it a good thing, or a bad thing?

I walked out of my last class of the day before the weekend once the bell rang. I went to my locker and put away all my books in my bag. I was relieved I didn't have any homework, that would give me more time to study for my SAT's tonight.

I walked down the path towards my house. The oh, so familiar path. I started thinking back to the time I had gotten chased down this path by Dumas and his gang, who had led me to bump into Dinger. That was when Dinger and Dumas had gotten into a fight after Dumas had pissed Dinger off and scared the heck out of me.

I began to wonder, why did Dinger fight Dumas? Dinger could've let Dumas have me, but he didn't. He wouldn't let Dumas have me. He had let Dumas beat him up and leave a scar on his forehead, that is still with him to this day.

That day was also the time when Dumas had mentioned Dinger getting someone pregnant. I had spent so long trying to figure out who it was, but now I didn't really care about it anymore. It was most likely not true, and even if it was, it isn't any of my business.

I was proud of myself. I might finally be overcoming my curiosity and nosey trait that everyone hates so much, including me. I felt myself smile to myself as I looked down at the sidewalk, watching all the cracks come into my sight and leave my sight as I stepped over them.

I reached my house and walked in. I sighed when I saw my mom. She was standing behind the counter in the kitchen that was just to the right of the front door.

My mom and I hadn't really been getting along lately. My mom and dad got divorced a couple months ago, and while I was still heartbroken about the change, my mother had been going on dates with other men. The fact she could move on so quickly from dad to get back to dating was unbelievable.

While my dad had moved away, shunning my mother completely and sending me a few letters from time to time telling me how he was doing, I couldn't help but notice the vast difference between my mom and dad.

You'd think that my dad would've been back into dating right away and leave my mom heartbroken, but instead it was the other way around. My mom was dating right away, and my dad was at home all heartbroken.

I wasn't very happy about my mom dating new guys, always bringing them home and inviting them to dinner all the time, so I had tried to reason with her. She started to yell at me, and at first I was very passive in the situation but I soon became just as aggressive as my mother. We had been sour to each other ever since.

My mom glared at me as I walked to the stairs and began to climb them to go to my room. She was on the phone with someone; probably some guy.

"Oh, Anne-Marie, Dan is coming for dinner tonight," she called upstairs, trying to sound all chirpy and as if she had done nothing wrong and I was mad at her for no reason.

"Sounds great," I mumbled under my breath, getting to my room and shutting the door.

I plopped down on my bed and put on some music. I turned the volume up just loud enough so that if my mom yelled at me, I wouldn't be able to hear, but also quiet enough so my neighbours didn't complain to the cops.

I closed my eyes and thought of the lyrics to the Whitesnake song I was listening to.

Is this love that I'm feeling,
Is this the love, that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming,
This must be love,
'Cos it's really got a hold on me,
A hold on me...

The song reminded me of Dinger. It really reminded me of Dinger. When I said I loved Dinger, was it really love that I was feeling? Or was it just a little fancy?

My mom came upstairs and barged in. "Dinner is ready, Dan is here so you behave. I don't want you embarrassing me in front of him. I really like Dan," she told me.

"Oh yeah? Just like all the other guys you've invited to dinner?" I retorted. She narrowed her eyes at me then walked out.

I got up. This was unlike me. I was normally never like this. Why was I all of a sudden being rude now? Maybe my time of the month was coming up soon, who knows.

I went downstairs and took a seat at my regular seat. My mom walked over and looked at me, shaking her head.

"No, Anne, you're sitting at the end of the table. Dan is sitting there," She put the mashed potatoes down on the table.

I sighed and got up. I would've said something, but I decided that since Dan was here, I might as well keep my mouth shut. Hopefully, Dan wouldn't try to make conversation with me.

Thankfully, he never. Although, I wish he had. As I was eating, I could tell my mom and Dan were playing footsies under the table. It was disgusting and I tried my hardest to ignore it but it eventually got too much.

I quickly stood up, "I'm done," I brought my plate to the sink and went to head up to my room when my mom stopped me.

"Anne, sleep downstairs in the spare room tonight," She told me.

"What? Why?" I was confused. Why couldn't I sleep in my own room?

"Because my bed is broken, and Dan and I need a place to sleep tonight,"

"Why don't you sleep in the spare room?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Your bed is more comfortable. I have a bad back, the mattress in the spare
room is too hard. Get your things and set up the bed in the spare room,"

I groaned and went upstairs to grab my pillows and blankets. This was getting too much. Thank god this happened now rather than earlier, when I was younger. Next year I'd be out of the house and away from my mother.

I took my stuff downstairs and set up my bed in the spare room. I plopped down on the bed and sprawled out on my back. This mattress wasn't that different than mine. My mom just liked to complain.

I got my pyjamas on and turned some music on to fall asleep to. I turned out the light and jumped back into bed, pulling the covers overtop of me. I closed my eyes and slowly began to drift off to sleep. That's when I heard a tapping at the window.

I opened my eyes. My back was turned to the window and I was scared to face it. I had seen way too many scary movies in my day, and I was not ready to die quite yet.

I got up and turned on my light, slowly making my way to the window. I looked out and saw nothing. I hesitantly opened the window up.

"Hello?" I whispered out into the silent night outside.

I heard some rustling in the bushes underneath and looked down. That's when I saw a face staring back at me. I shrieked.

"What are you doing here?!"

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hahahaha writers block can kiss my ass! I'm tired, vote, comment, I don't care, just... yeah...

who's it gonna be?

tell me what ya think!

((I didn't proofread by the way and sorry if it's too short...))