Falling for the Bad Boy Chapter 1: Book Reports and Blue Eyes

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Helllooooo! I'm Rosie and I've been reading Wattpad stories for awhile now and I was so intrigued, because now I get to share with the world of Wattpad stories that I've written just like all the amazing writers on here. You all are so talented. Warning, I get very cheesy. By the way I thought I'd let you know if you copy me you're dead. Not really.. Enjoy the story! :3 Oh and by the way there is swearing included in this story. No hate! Maybe this is early, but tell me if you have any ideas for a possible cast to keep in mind?

-Rosie

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"Wake up Ally! You're going to be late!" my stepmother Annie called. It was the first day of senior year at a new school.. a new school, let me repeat that.

I was in the sophomore year of high school when my father told me he had a business trip.. and he didn't come back for awhile. It had been weeks, months maybe. When he finally came back, he told me he found a woman. A woman in which he married recently. Annie. I've always liked Annie but have never gotten over the bond with my mother. I miss her so much. But.. enough said.

I groaned to myself and got up. My brother Josh was in the bathroom hogging it as usual to do his grooming. He's obsessed with his black hair and repeatedly put gel in it. All the girls love him but I roll my eyes because you don't know how many he takes home with him. Ugh...

"Stop hogging the bathroom Josh! Im going to be late, heck, we're going to be late if you don't just get out of there!" I yell through the door. That ought to be loud enough.

I can hear a growl. I roll my eyes.

He walks out of the bathroom.

"Your fault that I won't be getting a girl on the first day of school, so much for goals Ally," he says to me.

Teasing him I say,"Good, you won't start off the year being a perv." making sure to add a smirk.

He clenched his fists and walked down the stairs like a mad little boy.

Today, I thought, I shall dress up. Slipping on a red dress with a stream of lace at the top, a tan braided belt, and my tan flats I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a side braid.

I went downstairs and ate Annie's wonderful eggs and bacon. I loved her cooking.

Josh had already eaten and was anxiously waiting for me at the door.

Now, a bit before my father married Annie, we moved to Colorado, where she lived. We then bought a house and now, me and Josh have a new school. But we also have to ride.. the bus. Talk about cool factors, a senior riding the bus!

"Shit, Josh, the bus will be here any minute. Sorry Annie, but we need to go, thanks for breakfast!" I say.

Annie just nodded her head and smiled.

We walked outside and waited at the bus stop which happened to be very close to where we lived.

But I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I turned around, it certainly wasn't Josh.

It was a boy in a leather jacket and worn out jeans with brown messy hair. He was standing right next to his porch smoking a cigarrete. Awful..

When he catched my glance,he winked. I just turned around.

Assuming he had to go to school soon, I muttered, "How fashionably late you'll be."

Then, I rolled my eyes. I tend to do that a lot.

I could hear a chuckle from the boy who noticed my slight anger but I ignored it because I couldn't do anything when the bus had just arrived. I got on the bus and sure enough, Josh had found a seat next to a girl. She had straight long blonde hair and was very tan, sun kissed.But a lot of makeup.. She would probably look prettier without it.

I sat down in one of the seats in the back next to a brunette with tan skin and blue eyes.

She smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Amy."

I smiled back and introduced myself saying,"Im Ally, its nice to meet you Amy."

We started talking and compared schedules. Together, we had first period english and fifth biology.

The bus stopped with a halt almost making me spring right out of my seat. I closed my eyes and inhaled realizing we had just arrived at the school.

"Well, that was a nice arrival," I say after I exhaled.

Amy laughs and we both get out of the bus. There are hunks and girls twirling their hair, probably sports players and cheerleaders. The other side looks like the nerds whom are huddled together trading Pokemon cards. I didn't even know they still did that after elementary. I stood with the hunks.

When it was time to head in, I found my locker and smiled. This is going to be one heck of a day..

I sat down in english next to Amy. There was a lot of review work..great. Nothing better than stuff I learned last year. Although, we did have an assignment to do a book report which me and Amy decided to help each other on after school. We exchanged numbers and addresses then went to our next classes.

After a class of complete boredom of math, I headed to biology to meet back up with Amy. We sat down next to each other again and listened to a teacher's lecture. Although I don't think either of us were listening but were more tuning the teacher out. 'Bla bla' was all I could hear...

I started to zone out in my seat when I was interrupted by a kick in the shin from Amy.

She whispered,"Grant Hill, town and school bad boy."

I glanced up and saw the same boy who was smoking the cigar this morning.

He's grinning staring at me while the class also does too, surprised that I am the person he puts his icy blue eyes on.

After the teacher tells him he'll need detention for arriving late, he sits down in the seat behind me and smirks noticing how I'm acting like a statue.. no discovered emotion and frozen.

I think I just met the bad boy.

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Thanks for reading Part 1 of The Mysterious Bad Boy! Im sorry it was short but I hope you enjoyed it. I will update this when ever I have the chance. (Probably often)

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Goodbye! :3

-Rosie

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