The Bad Girl's Love Story

Chapter 5

                                                                        Chapter 5

Sasha's POV:

"Sash! Sash! Wake up! You have a teddy bear crawling up your ear!" a voice told me. I immediately get up and start screaming. I am terrified of teddy bears. Absolutely terrified of them. My screaming died down as I noticed Andre rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach, his face red and stained with tears of laughter.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Get up from the floor, stupid," I tell him, rolling out of bed and going into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Andre gets up but I can still hear his laughter all the way from downstairs. I've been scared of teddy bears since I was three. So, one day I was innocently playing with my teddy bear while watching toy story, and suddenly, the evil boy comes in and opens his big mouth.

"Do you know dat the teddy bear can talk and move around?" three-year-old Andre asked me.

"Yes, they do. I wuv them very much," I had said.

"Well, every night when you're asleep they get a biiiiig knife from the kitchen and cut a part of your skin off," evil Andre said.

"How come I can't see it?" I had asked curiously and a bit disturbed.

"It puts fake skin on." Since then, I had been having constant nightmares about that. It scared off a good amount of my boyfriends on valentines day.

I have a quick shower, get dressed, and went downstairs into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I smell pancakes. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"I want some pancakes!" I say enthusiastically.

"Sure thing," my mom says.

Andre joins us for breakfast, "Don't give her pancakes, Mom, she's too fat. She doesn't need it."

My mom laughs as I glare at my so-called-brother.

"You take that back," I say threatingly.

"I will not," he replies.

I take the piece of paper out of my pocket and show it to him. He quickly snatches it out of my hand and rips it into little pieces. "Ha. You honestly thought I only had one."

I could honestly see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Fine. I take it back. You're not fat. Happy?" he asks.

"Extremely."

"I have a feeling that I don't wanna know what just happened," said my clueless mom.

"Nope," we both said. I give him a glare as Mom puts a plate of yummy-looking pancakes in front of me. I eat the pancakes, get my backpack, and go outside to do the bus stop. Yes, I take the bus. My stupid brother has a car so he doesn't have to take the bus, but I do because I completely suck at driving. I feel bad for myself.

Bella's POV:

I walk to the bus stop, moodly. Jason was suppose to pick me up, like he did everyday. Idiot, much. Something's been off about him lately. He's been a bit closed off and just really weird. He hasn't been talking much lately. It's either we're making out, or I'm doing all the talking. I'll ask him about it at school. School. School. Oh, right, today I'm going to go to my classes to see if I have any classes with Andre. I get on the bus and look for an empty seat. There was actually two empty seats. One next to some nose-picking kid. I can tell why he has an open seat next to him. And the other one is next to...Sasha. I didn't know she was on this bus. Heck, I didn't even know she lived close to me.

Nose-picking kid, or Sashaa...Hmm...Maybe I can scare her into moving next to the nose-picking kid. Yea, that's a good idea.

Sasha's POV:

"You, move next to the kid over there," she pointed to Fred. What makes her think she could talk to me like that? And I was not going to sit next to nose-picking Fred.

"Why are you even here? And what makes you think you could talk to me like that?" I said, noticing a few heads turn our way.

"Ah. Listen here, diner girl, I am so much higher on the food chain than you, so I suggest you move your seat or else you know what's gonna come your way," she threatened. And I did know. Bella is obviously popular, which means she knows many people, so when she wants to get revenge on someone, she gets it. I've heard about this one nerd-girl who accidently spilled coffee all over Bella, and Bella hacked into the school system, changed her grades, and ruined her chance into getting a scolarship.

I gave her my best death glare but changed my seat. She smirked confidently and sat down. I shift uncomfortably, trying my best to get away from Fred. I hate her so much, but I knew if I didn't move, my whole life could be at risk, for all I know.

Bella's POV:

I know that was really horrible of me and I always die a little on the inside when I do this to someone, but its better to be confident than bullied. If you were nice to everyone, people would only try to put you down. But if you scared people, nobody would compete with you. I learned that from experience. As I sat down, I noticed some students watching. Its not like they were surprised I would do that. Everyone knew I wasn't really nice to nerds, or anyone who isn't popular for that matter. I didn't want to be like that, but they made me. Its all their fault. They taught me that no one would like you unless you were pretty, hot, popular, cute, or a handsome jock. Its really sick to know that people are judging you by how you look. Yea, yea, everyone's heard the "its on the inside that counts" but no one actually lives by it.

The bus stops as we reach school and everybody pushes their way to the door. I get up and push my way through, not even bothering to say excuse me. I go to my homerooom, which I remembered was room 810, and take a seat at the back of the class.

"Excuse me, are you sure you're in this class?" Mrs. Morgenston asks me. I hear a course of giggles and chuckles.

"Yes, I am. Check if you want," I reply rudely. The blonde teacher who looks like she's in her mid-thirties raises her eyebrows at me. What, old lady? Never had a troublemaker in your class?

She reads through some papers, "Ah, yes. Miss Sky, very delightful of you to join us. Do you want to explain why this is your second time in this class, even though it's your class?"

"No, I don't want to explain, thank you very much." More giggles.

"I wasn't asking. Now if you're going to keep talking back, we can talk about this at the principal's office," she threatened.

"Ooooohhhh," the class immaturely says.

"Whatever."

The bell rings, signaling the start of homeroom. I take out my phone and earbuds when Mrs. Morgenston calls me over to her desk.

I go over there. "Yes?"

"Since you have skipped so much work, you will have to work on these packets to get you catching up with your school work," she says, handing me the packets.

"Ugh, are you kidding me?" I groan.

"No, I'm not. Now get to work," she says, alreay going back to grading tests.

This is going to be a long day.