Authors Note: I just wanted to say that I was inspired to write this book by my friend jnovak16 who is having a hard time uploading because she got into a car accident. So it would be really nice if you guys checked out her story “Being the Bad Boy's Victim “it’s really awesome and you're going to love it! This is only my second book and I didn’t even finish the last one so judgment is much appreciated thank you and enjoy the chapter :)
Chapter 1:
(Megan’s P.O.V)
I woke up on a pile of boxes that I had been unpacking last night. My family and I just recently moved from my home town Long Beach, California to here in Orlando, Florida because of my dad’s stupid job. We arrived early yesterday morning and since we got to our new house we’ve all been unpacking. Since my dad had to go to work first thing it was only me, Dylan, and my mom left to unpack. My mom had been taking care of the kitchen and bedroom things while Dylan and I handled the rest.
We had been sitting in the living room looking through old pictures late last night until we fell asleep, I’m guessing. I sat up and stretched then took a look around. I looked at my watch and saw that it 10:30am. Dylan was still passed out on the one of the sofas behind me. I smiled to myself and thought about how much fun we used to have as kids.
“Dylan! Get your lazy ass up you bum!” I yelled right into his ear and jumped back.
He then fell off the sofa with a yelp and landed face first onto the floor. I burst out laughing as he playfully glared at me. I quickly recovered and put on my best innocent face still holding back a smile.
“Cant a dude get some beauty rest? You’re gonna regret that sis.” he said. Then he got up grabbing me by the waist, and swinging me over his shoulder. I squealed and banged my fist onto his back screaming for him to put me down. “Who’s laughing now?”
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye and kicked him in his stomach as dropped me onto the sofa grunting. We were about to go at it again when my mom walked into the room.
“Will you quit wrestling long enough to get some breakfast?” she said sounding like she was holding back a laugh. Our family had gotten along really well and never argued that much. The real problems were at school but me and Dylan usually kept those to ourselves.
“Alright, alright we’re coming.” Dylan said.
“Fatass.” I said in between coughs.
“At least I’m not as skinny as the all the skeletons I wear Miss. Emo.” He snapped back.
At that moment we both burst out laughing. Yea we were a strange pair but we didn’t really care. We went into the kitchen and had breakfast with our mom.
We spent the rest of the day unpacking and seemed to get half our stuff organized. Unfortunately tomorrow was our first day of school so our mom promised us that if we helped get at least half the things unpacked we could go outfit shopping for the rest of the day.
I went upstairs set up my room, took a shower, and changed into my clothes. I wore black skinny jeans, my black and white converse, a white tank with a black vest, and a black fedora hat. Then I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to wait for Dylan. I helped my mom unpack until he came downstairs. He was wearing a For All Those Sleeping t-shirt (one of our favorite bands), black jeans, and some converse.
“Yeesh, I’m a girl and I take less time to get ready then you pretty boy.” I said smirking.
“Takes time to be this pretty, not that you would know considering you don’t care how horrifying you look when you go into public.” he said referring to the time I put on too much black make-up and ended up scaring away a bunch of little kids.
