He's Just Another Stereotypical, Overrated Bad Boy. Right?

    I am a very peaceful girl. I don't like arguing or cursing and I refuse to use the word hate. But, even peace lovers have aleast one pet peeve. There is a certain person that I strongly dislike with a passion; Demetri De Luca. That thing drives me totally insane. He shouldn't be considered even remotely human! He smokes, drinks, curses, gets in fights, gets arrested, flunks through his classes, and disregards any and all rules. He's just a generic bad boy; not a good bone in his body. Oh, and did I mention that he's also a heart breaker? He gets a kick out of playing with the feelings of all the girls that go to our school. I swear, we're only just begining our second year and he's had to have gone through a third of the female population of our highschool already.

    That's why, when my parents announced that I would be staying with the De Luca's while they were away on their buisness trip, I peacfully protested. While my mother packed up my things, I sat silently and stared at her with pleading eyes. While my dad packed my things in the trunk, I stood by and silently begged him. That's why I'm now clinging to the tree in my front yard for dear life and screaming bloody murder.

    "Lilah!" my father frowned disaprovingly at me as he pulled my away from the tree and forced me into the car. "That is not how a proper young lady should act. Now, I know you don't like the De Luca's son, but they're decent people. I want you to show respect while at their house." he scolded as we turned out of our neighborhood.

    "Yes sir.    .    ." I sighed, hanging my head.

    "Really now. I'm disapointed that you put up such a fuss. Mr. and Mrs. De Luca are our friends and it was very kind of them to offer to take you in for a few months. You're going to repay that by pouting like a small child? I expect you to improve you attitude before we get there." my mother turned in her seat to glare at me.

    My head hung lower. "Yes m'am.   .   ."

    The rest of the car ride was filled with an uneasy silence. When we finally arrived at the place I would be staying for the next few months, we all jumped out of the car, happy to be rid of the bad atmosphere. I grabbed my bags and followed my parents up to the front door of the large, elegant styled house. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach as my dad rung the door bell. I felt like a prisoner on their execution day; wanting to get it over with but at the same time wanting to stall. The door swung open and a tall, tanned man stood there with a friendly smile. He greeted my parents warmly and reached a hand out to me. I tentaively shook it. Although my parents and he were friends, I had never met them, so I was a bit nervous.

    "I'm glad that you'll be staying with us, Lilah! I'm Paulo De Luca." he exclaimed as he led us into his home, "My wife just ran to the store, so you'll be able to meet her when she gets back. Until then, why don't I have my son show you to your room while your parents and I talk?"

    Before I even had the chance to object, Mr. De Luca was already calling for his son. Sure enough, the person I had been dreading having to stay with slowly made his way down the stairs. Dark hair framed his tanned face and mischief seemed to constantly dance in his chocolate brown eyes. Most would say that he was handsome, but I thought that the scowl on his face made him look unattractive, not mysterious.

    "This is my son, Demetri." Mr. De Luca smiled, "Demetri, this is Lilah. Remember I said that someone would be staying with us for a few months?" he paused, "Oh! You two are in the same grade. Do you have any classes together?"

    "Umm.   .   . I take all advanced classes." I muttered, trying to ignore the chocolate colored eyes that were fixed on me.

    "Ah. Definitely not, then. Dem, show her where she'll be staying. I need to discuss somethings with her parents."

    Scowling, Demetri nodded. With a grunt and a jerk of his head, he indicated for me to follow him upstairs. I walked five feet behind him, suddenly aware of the fact that he wore nothing but a pair of jeans the rode low on his hips. I focused on my feet, praying that the next few months would fly by. I was apparently so focused on praying, that I didn't notice that Demetri had stopped walking so I slammed into his back. As soon as I heard what I guessed were italian curse words, I knew that time would never move fast enough. Shooting me a glare, he shooed me inside the quaint room. It had a flatscreen tv, a nice vanity set, and a queen sized bed. I tossed my bags down onto my bed and let out a sigh. After several moments, I still felt the hot headed italian's gaze on me. I spun around and glared at him.

    "What?" I snapped.

    He raised an eyebrow and my eyes widened as my hands flew to cover my mouth. I never snapped at anyone! Okay, new resolution; no snapping at Demetri. None! I smacked myself harshly on the hand, as it was a habit if I did something back. Suddenly, Demetri spoke.

    "Oi. I thought that you didn't snap at people?" Crap. He had caught that.

    ".    .    . How do you know?" I asked, looking down.

    "Because everyone in school knows Miss Lilah-GOODY-Two-Shoes. I, especially, since you got me suspended last month." his eyes had a glint in them, but I couldn't tell what it meant.

    Crap. He knew about that. "I-I only told for the sake of our school safety code of conduct!"

    He snorted. "Heh. Whatever, little ragazza. I'm glad that you're staying with us, since I need to repay you for that. I'll make sure that you feel very welcome here," to my suprise, Demetri smirked. "Ciao." he called as he left the room.

    I flopped down on the bed, groaning. Why did I have to stay here with that horrible person? Why did I have to get him suspended? Why did he have to find out!? I groaned again. I didn't know the answer to any of those questions, but I do know that I am going to regret getting him suspended. From what I've saw of Demetri for the last few years, his smirks only meant one thing; Trouble.

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Author's Note: Bad chapter is bad. ;^; I promise that they'll get better! This short, boring chapter just had to be done just to introduce a few things. Please don't give up on this story! Keep reading!