Summer with the bad boy

Ch1. More balls than the average female

-Taylor-

One more day and then I will be at the beach house in Barnstable. That sentence was basically the only thing keeping me from going back to bed right now. I really don't see the point of even showing up to school today, I mean sure it is a day to say goodbye to friends you won't see for the summer. But that is what phones and skype are for.

Sighing, I finished straightening my red hair and added a small amount of mascara to my lashes. That was extensive as my beauty routine got to be honest. Once I was finished, I walked back through my band poster covered bedroom, grabbing my phone, headphones, school bag and skateboard as I passed through to my door.

"Taylor Addison!" My mother called from downstairs. 17 years ago in a Massachusetts hospital my parents couldn't agree on what my first name should be, so they made the horrific choice to give me 2. The only thing that could've made it worse would have been to also add a middle name into the mix.

"Cecilia Rose." I sassed back, walking into the kitchen, where she was pouring coffee into a travel mug while trying to focus on reading the newspaper. My mother was a beautiful woman, she had long and wavy brown hair, which we used to share before I apparently turned into what my parent's described as rebel and began to dye it the same red as Ariel the little mermaid. We shared both average height and lean figures, in fact the only thing I didn't inherit from my mother was her brown eyes. Instead I got my father's sky blue ones.

"I hope you are packed and ready for tomorrow," She continued, ignoring my tone as she put the coffee pot away.

"It's like you don't know me at all mother." I replied, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water. "I will still be packing while running out the door."

"Just remember we are leaving at 10." She sighed. "That is morning, not night, Taylor. I hope that is not too early for you."

"Anytime that requires me too actually move from my bed is too early." I muttered, kissing her cheek before leaving for my last day in hell.

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"One more hour!" My best friend, Eliza, jumped up and down beside me as I got my English text book from my locker. Eliza and I couldn't be any different. She liked Justin Bieber and One direction. I preferred bands. Like All time low and Blink- 182. She loved Parties, fashion and boys. I love Tumblr, Band shirts and no pants Fridays. She was sweet and flirty. I was sarcastic and sassy. Yet here we were best friends since kindergarten. Two peas in a pod.

"One more hour then, I get a vacation from hell." I sighed in agreement. I was itching to get out of here. Here is to hoping the next hour goes quickly. Slamming my locker shut, I spun to walk to my next class but landed face first into someone else's chest.

"Watch where you are going, freak." The voice belonged to none other than the schools wanna be bad boy and my neighbour, Alexander Samuels. How would you describe Alexander exactly? The version most girls in our school would use: He is like soooooo muscely, and cute. Those eyes and that smile.. Oh my god, have my babies. *Insert puking noises.*

Here is my version: I have been living next to Alex since the day I was conceived. Sure we got along for a few years. He was quiet, caring and awkward. But we all grow up right? Now he was a self-obsessed, ass hat that I couldn't stand.

"Use your eyes, dickwad." I muttered back. His 2 friends Hunter and Stephen stopped in their tracks to listen. No one ever spoke back to Alex, it was basically the worst thing you could do on any given day.

"What did you just say?" His deep voice carried an irritated tone. His tall frame hovering over my 5ft7.

"I am sorry but did I fucking stutter?" I snapped, he took a step back, keeping his brown eyes trained on mine. People had begun to stop and stare at us in the hallway, this was a rare occurrence for our school. As in for someone to stand up to Alex.