I Fell In Love With A Bad Boy

I'm The New Girl Again...

Rihanna's POV

We moved again...

To a whole new city. It's not the city that bothers me. It's the fact that my mom rushed us to move our home town when I got kicked out of school for the 10th time.

This time I didn't start the fight; this bitch named Amelia O'Connor did. All because her boyfriend Justin was more interested in talking to me, than he did with her. He hung out with me more than her, and he called me and texted me more than her.

I had a feeling that he liked me. Unfortunately Justin just wasn't my type. He was too preppy looking and he was the school's football captain. I didn't go for the preppy jock type, I went for the bad boy types.

What I wanted in a guy, was a guy who had tattoos. I absolutely loved a guy with tattoos. And he had to have muscles too. He had to be tall, dark and handsome.

If he wasn't then I didn't even bother looking his way. And I think Justin could just sense that so that is why he continuously veyed for my attention. Why Amelia started that fight with me in the middle of the cafeteria.

Though I sent that bitch Amelia to the hospital; not an hour later, I was called to the principle's office. I was then expelled and kicked out. When my mom heard about it she screamed at me - then we high tailed it out of Chicago.

By the way my name is Rihanna Johnson. I have black brown hair and sapphire blue eyes with specks of grey. I'm slim and lithe with a four pack. My legs are toned making them seem longer. My skin is a pale ivory; and I'm not at all popular. That's the way I like it because with popularity people expect things from you. They expect you to the good girl - when I'm anything but a good girl.

I hated preps, and I hated people who expects you to act a certain way. If you don't act the way they want you to, then they start hating you, casting you aside and bully you.

Not that I'd ever allow that to happen because the person would be sent to a hospital if they ever tried that shit with me.

I have a younger sister, Camilla. She's the popular one, but she acts fake, like a barbie wanna be.

My nationality is half American half Canadian. My mom is American and my dad is Canadian.

I haven't the slightslest idea why she dated and married a man from Canada. Anyway he walked out before I was born; so I've hated him since the day I learned I even had a father.

My mom is the one who has sapphire blue eyes with grey specks. It makes our eyes unique. And Camilla is my half younger sister. My mom divorced my Canadian father - and married a spanish man named Gabriel De Seres (random last name because I don't know any spanish names...I'm trying here.)

So my mom's married name is now Reiya De Seres. Instead of Reiya Johnson. Johnson was her maiden name, so that is the name that was given to me since my father walked out before I was born. My father's name was Ryan Lincoln.

Not that I care about that asshole. He can die in a fucking hole for all I care.

Camilla, she attempts to bully me because she knows we are different in many ways. Where as Camilla knows spanish, I didn't even care to learn even when Gabriel was trying to teach me.

I just didn't care.

My mom tries to get me to call Gabriel dad. But he's not my dad; he's Camilla's.

Camilla has black hair, and sapphire blue eyes. She wasn't lucky enough to get the grey in her eyes like mom and I. She had tanned skin, slim, and rather toned thanks to her being the captain of the cheerleading squad back in Chicago.

Today is the day I start at a new school called Jackson High. I was the new girl again... I hated being the new girl - mom doesn't seem to care about what I want.

I have to make new friends... So fun... You could totally hear the sarcasm.

I stand in front of my walk in closet choosing what to wear to school. After 5 minutes - I picked out a black one shoulder strap shirt; and dark blue form fitting skinny jeans, with black ankle high heel boots. Going to my underwear drawer, I picked out a black strapless bra and black lace panties. I pulled out black ankle socks last and headed to my private bathroom for a shower.

10 minutes later I walked out, dressed in the clothes I picked out - boots on I walked to my vanity. I put on black eyeliner, black eye shadow with a hint of white eye shadow; mascara and added a layer of lip gloss.

I blow dried my hair; when it was dry I brushed it then curled my hair. Looking into the mirror I smirked. Damn I looked good.

With that I walked downstairs, seeing Camilla in the kitchen in her slutty get up. She wore a short black skirt and I do mean really short. If she bent over I'm sure someone would see her ass. She had on the tightest purple tank top on that hugged her curves and showed a lot of cleavage. And black stilettos.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"Must you look like a slut Camilla? I'm sure you know there is a dress code at school," I said cooly crossing my arms over my chest.

Camilla turned around her long black waist length hair swayed around her. She narrowed her eyes at me with a scowl on her face.

"I am not a slut, Rihanna. You are. Look at you wearing the tightest jeans and one shoulder strap shirt. Who are you trying to impress?" Camilla said smirking.

"At least I don't look like a damned fucking prostitute!" I hissed narrowing my eyes at her.

Camilla gasped, her eyes widened. I smirked pleased I got a reaction out of her. I turned on my heel - grabbing an apple and walked out the door to my black motorcycle.

Yeah that's right, I drive a motorcycle. I am a bad girl after all, and I like to drive in style. I have a black Lamborghini but I only drive that in winter and spring. I put my helmet on reved my engine and sped off to school.

(A/N: This is the end of chapter 1. Next chapter will be in Nathan's POV. I haven't decided if this will be a story with a lot of chapters or a story with only 26 chapters. So please leave your comments on how you liked this chapter and I'll try to update every day or second day.)