I Fell In Love With A Bad Boy

Class Project

Rihanna's POV

I wake up like I do every morning for school. I hate it but I do need an education if I am to get any good jobs in the future.

I picked out a white skull printed vest with strings that crossed over the other on the sides, black ripped skinny jeans. I then picked out black ankle socks; and black skater shoes with a red rose on the sides.

I went to my private bathroom - had a quick shower, came out 10 minutes later dressed. I brushed my hair and blow dried it in front of my vanity.

I curled my hair, and then put it half up in a ponytail. Then I did my make up; black eyeliner, mascara and black eye shadow. Call me gothic if you want; but I'm not gothic. So I'd get my priorities straight...

I walked back to my bathroom when I was finished with my make up; and brushed my teeth. I usually didn't eat breakfast in the mornings.

When finished with that - I walked downstairs. This time I didn't see Camilla so she must of went to try out for cheerleading practice or she had practice if she already signed up.

I didn't mind that I didn't see Camilla. It was actually a relief. Though I think if mom and her dad knew that she bullies me because of our differences; she would be in so much trouble.

Mom hated bullying. And Gabriel he disapproved of it. Says he finds no honor or even respect in people who bully others.

I can't wait for the day they find out. Which I feel would be today; because tonight is Camilla's first cheerleading performance at the first football game of the year.

Not that I cared or anything.

Grabbing a granola bar to eat on the way to school - I got into my black mustang.

I started the engine and drove off to school.

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Nathan's POV

Getting up in the morning was one of the hardest things to do. Especially when you don't go to bed early.

I walked to my walk in closet; and picked out what to wear today.

I grabbed a black muscle shirt with a blue button up shirt to go over it - black baggy jeans; and dark blue socks.

I walked to my bathroom and took a quick shower. When done I walked out of the bathroom dressed. I grabbed my phone and wallet slipping them into my back pocket. Walked back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

After that I walked downstairs to see my mom cooking breakfast and my dad reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Morning mom, dad. I have to get to school for football practice. I don't have time to eat this morning, first football game of the year, you two coming to it?" I said breaking the silence.

"I have to work son, you know this." My dad said in his gruff bored voice.

"I'll be there Nathan," my mom said with a smile.

I smiled, at least one of my parents will be at my game. I hated when dad bailed out; with excuses that he had to work.

But I see him come home, with lipstick lip marks on his neck. I know he's cheating on mom and she hasn't the slightet clue.

If I tell her; she will he heart broken. I can't do that to her - seeing a smile on her face makes me the the happiest.

'I can't tell her, at least not yet. I hope she finds out soon or I might have to tell her.'

I grab a granola bar, kiss my mom on the cheek; give my dad a cold glare and walk out the door.

I got into my black Lamborghini with a red line down the middle and drove off.

I arrived at school 15 minutes later, and parked beside a black mustang. It looked brand new because of how shiny it was.

There wasn't a scratch on it. I wondered who's car that was. It was too nice to be any of the other students cars. No one was rich enough; not like my family.

I don't know about Rihanna - but she had name brand clothes; so that had to account for something.

I grabbed my textbooks from my locker when I was stopped by Camilla.

'Fucking hell, what does this slut want?'

I stared Camilla down, before I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" I asked in a bored tone.

"I want you to go out with me Saturday night." Camilla said smirking.

"No." I deadpanned.

There was no fucking way I'd go out with this slut.

"And why the hell not?" Camilla snapped narrowing her eyes.

"Because I don't like sluts. Now get out of my way," I growled, walking around her.

Camilla was left there gaping, her jaw dropped and wide eyes. It was as if she couldn't believe that I would turn her down and call her a slut at the same time.

I headed to the field where football practice was being held. When I got there I saw Rihanna jogging around the track; with a form fitting sports bra and tight yoga pants that hugged her toned thighs and ass.

If I didn't have control, I'm sure I would have drooled. And I don't drool ever. I had more class than that.

Before practice was over Rihanna wasn't jogging anymore; but stretching.

Fucking shit, what is she doing to me?!

Soon she was finished and walked inside. Football practice ended, I went in to shower, when finished I went off to class.

Walking into english class, Rihanna was sitting in the same seat as yesterday.

I sat down beside her. As soon as I took a seat; the teacher Mrs. Anderson walked in.

"Okay class, today we'll be starting the first class project of the year. The person sitting beside you will be your partner!" Mrs. Anderson said with a gleeful look in her eyes.

Everyone but me and Rihanna groaned. We didn't mind the partner arrangements. I was glad I got Rihanna as my partner. Because I'd think I'd stab myself with a pencil if I was partnered with Rihanna's sister Camilla.

"This is a project to get to know your classmates. Make sure to write down all questions you ask your partner, along with the answers to each question. This project is due next week on Monday," Mrs. Anderson said.

"So my house or your house?" I asked.

"My house." Rihanna replied.

I nodded. Now that I think about it I've never seen her house.

The bell rang signalling class was over; and after that the rest of school was a blur.