The Experimental Cliche Game

I THE GOOD GIRL AND BEING ATTACKED BY BAD BOY. NOEZ!

I sat down at my desk (unwillingly, may I add), my long beautiful tresses swinging ever so wonderfully at the sides of my head, shielding my face from view.

Oh my god, give me a break!

My gorgeous eyes and perfect flowing, amazing brown hair stared down at my golden desk. Don't let the description fool you, I'm ugly. 

Whoa, hold up! I am not ugly!

I was the shy, good girl at my school. I never did anything wrong.

Haha, you wish...

But little did I know that I was going to (in a completely unrealistic way) catch the attention of the bad boy...

"Yo, yo, yo yo! Swaggie!" That was Justin Bieber, the bad boy's best friend. He entered the room.

Oh hell no. Anyone but him! This is not a Fan-Fiction!

I was shocked to see he was in front of the bad boy, Jesse. No one dared to be in front of him!

Jesse pushed Justin to the floor. "Bitch, nobody covers my gorgeous bad boy face from view!" he yelled. The teacher did nothing about this, because Jesse got special treatment despite being an annoying, juvenile delinquent bad boy.

I don't think this could be any more realistic...did I say realistic? I meant idiotic. My bad.

It would be more realistic if I got special treatment, being the girl who always follows the rules, but no she hates me. He can come in late and nothing is said, while I get screamed and cursed out.

That old hag better not scream at me!

Maybe she was afraid of him? Oh well!

"Why are you late?" the teacher asked, though she seemed uninterested. 

"I was making out with the school's tramp that I hate for some reason even though she gives me exactly what I want. Anyways, I've got to walk to my desk in a bad boy fashion, so stop talking." He  put his hand in front of her face before walking toward his desk coolly.

Did he just sa- Yes, he did, Hazel. Oh my god....

It was so ironic how his desk was beside me, his total opposite/good girl/main character! Why would a teacher arrange the seats so the bad boy was right next to his weak fragile shy polar opposite? Did I mention I'm shy and a good girl? No way! I will mention it several more times so you get the idea! And I'll put it into a song!

But I can't sing!

"Hey, sexy," Jesse said.

I turned and looked at him, blushing. "Me?" I asked.

No, Elmo! Yes, me, you idiot!

"Duh, you smokin' hot." He put his foot on the desk as I gasped. He was sooooo bad!

"You know, baby, I drink pop with the straw sometimes."

The shy girl a.k.a me gasped, but inside I was screaming at how idiotic I was. "No one that bad exists!" I exclaimed. 

"But babes, I'm in the flesh," he said seductively. 

"No way. I'm a good girl. I don't fall for your bad boy charm," I spat with my head held high.

"You'll see."

"But I'm not wearing my glasses!"

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Every day Jesse would flirt his pants off with me. I kept saying it wasn't affecting me, but it was. I realized how gorgeous and amazing he was despite the fact he carried dangerous weapons and could hurt me any time he pleased. He also had horrible breath because he smoked, drunk, and did drugs. It didn't ever occur to me to stop him from slowly killing himself, because I thought it was hot.

"Ugh, Hazel, like, stay, like, away, like, from, like, my, like, man, like!" Ashley, a part of the group of the sexy sluts, came storming out of nowhere. She turned to her clones. "Did, like, I, like, say, 'like', like, enough, like, times, like?" she asked. They nodded. "Oh, like, cool, like!"

Ashley turned back to me. Her fake tan was gleaming in the light, perfect blond hair falling to her shoulders and blue eyes shining. She was a Barbie. A bitchy one at that. Oh my gosh, I just said a bad word! Jesse is rubbing off on me! 

I don't want your man! Ugh, calm down, Hazel. Play your role...trying to show the readers and writers of Wattpad how this would actually turn out if it was real...

"Well, you can have him if you really want him. I'm the good girl, so I never disobey orders. I am not going to fight you," I said. Ashley paused, and then shrugged. She looked happy that she had won the battle for Jesse, though Jesse hated her.

"Come, like, on, like, boy, like, toy!" Ashley said cheerfully. I looked to the side and noticed another guy on her arm. What? Yup. He looked shocked at the news he found out.

"Jesse? You're screwing Jesse? That's it, we're through. Just remember that if this was real you would have so many STD's. You and that man-whore bad boy Jesse," the guy said before shoving Ashley away and walking away to his laughing friends.

Her clones laughed and then walked off to the herd of boys.

I went to put my hand on her shoulder when she slapped my hand away. "Don't, like, touch, like, me!" she shouted. She jumped up, brushed her clothes off and stormed away. 

That was crazy!

I did good girl things the rest of the day.

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"I've fallen for you, Hazel," Jesse said, holding my hands. I paused, trying to think of a reply. How could the bad boy fall for the good girl? I didn't know. I didn't know what to say, what to do, and what to eat when I got home. Yeah, he was proclaiming his love for me in the girl's bathroom. He didn't care though because he was a bad boy.

"I don't know what to say," I admitted.

"Say anything. Maybe yes?" he smiled.

The actual me couldn't help but roll my eyes and hold in my barf. "Just screw me and leave so we can end this goddamn story."

"Yes ma'am."

And so, we had sex in the one of the bathroom stalls.

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I sobbed into my pillow. He used me! Jesse, the bad boy, used me! Why did this need to happen to me? I feed my fish every day, get good grades, and I'm....well....a good girl! Why me?

There was a knock on the bedroom door. I knew it wasn't Jesse because he was so bad he would've came in without permission. "Come in!" I yelled into my pillow. The door opened and someone slowly walked in. I lifted my head and seen Jesse.

"I feel so bad for using you, Hazel. I...I...I want you back," he whispered as he bent down to look me in the eyes.

I smiled, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall from my still gorgeous eyes. "Really?" I asked softly.

He laughed, standing up and pointing at me. "No! I'm the bad boy! I don't feel bad for breaking your heart! I was trying not to hold in my laughter the whole time! And my barf at the fact I had to say that last sentence!" He then pretended to throw up. I sobbed.

"Oh cry me a river. Listen, I just wanted to take a picture to show everyone that I could get the good girl in bed. So smile and say 'I got used!'" I did what I was told, Jesse laughing as he took a pic. He walked to the window.

"Well, thanks for the laughs, Hazel, but I've got to go emotionally fuck up another girl's life, ta-ta!" Jesse waved as he jumped out the window.

"Bye, Jesse, I will always love you and there will never be another," I murmered ever so gently.

A day later I found another guy and had my happy ever after.

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I wrote this before the teacher/student thing. So that's how I think a real bad boy/good girl story would end! I will put this on ever chapter: This is a joke. Not how I write! I KNOW IT'S CONFUSING, BUT SO BE IT. I wrote this before I actually had a solid plot, so yeah.

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