Breaking The Bad Boy's Rules

Chapter 5

"BROOKLYN ANN JONES! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED BEFORE I COME UP TO YOUR ROOM AND POUR A BUCKET OF COLD WATER ON YOU!" That my friends, is how life is living with a mother named Veronica Jones.

I literally had to drag my butt out of bed because I do not need to feel cold water running down my body. I also do not want to waste time washing and cleaning my bed sheets. 

If you had not noticed by now, I am in NO mood to go to school. Especially with the fact that I have to work with a really annoyingly hot guy. I don't want to have to deal with Holly pestering me EVERY single day, asking me this and that about a guy we do not even know. If you have a best friend that is a replica of Holly, you will understand how I am feeling. 

I went to my closet and pulled on a pair of black leggings, along with a light pink cropped hoodie because it was starting to get colder here in Canada. I put on my socks and slipped my feet into a pair of white converse. I don't bother with putting on any make up because being honest with you, I don't know anything about make up. Everything that I own that is make up related, is all from Holly or my mom. 

I looked over myself in the mirror and decided to leave my hair out in its natural state. I don't remember if I mentioned this, but my natural hair is not dead straight nor wavy. You can say that it's in the middle. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my backpack and out my bedroom door. I followed the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and made my way into the kitchen.

My dad sat at the table reading a newspaper, my mom was finishing up the pancakes, and Axel is munching down his plate of pancakes.

"Good morning lovely family. Mom, the pancakes you made smell absolutely amazing and I bet that they taste just as amazing as it smells!" I said, making my way to my plate of pancakes.

"Oh honey, stop flattering me and finish up your pancakes. You will be late to school if you don't leave the house in ten minutes," my mom replied.

I rolled my eyes at the last statement that instantly made my remember that I really did not want to go to school. Yet, I knew if I didn't, my mom would literally have my head. I am way to young to die, so I followed her orders and finished my pancakes.

As soon as I finished, I dragged my butt off the chair and made my way to school. As I walked, I had all these thoughts in my head about what would happen today. Then again, I feel like I am overreacting about this situation in hand, but who knows what will happen. 

I went straight to my locker to grab the books that I needed and on the way, I prayed that I would not bump into Holly. I really do not want to deal with all the questions she has, but like always, luck isn't on my side and Holly just so happens to be waiting at my locker. Great.

"OMG, BROOK, THERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU. FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT YOU WERE LATE AGAIN! I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS TO ASK YOU, THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. DO YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER? HAS HE TEXTED YOU? DID YOU GO TO HIS HOUSE OR DID HE GO TO YOUR HOUSE? DOES HE-" Holly rambled, until I cut her off mid sentence.

"Holls, you need to calm the hell down. Why are you acting this way, we don't even know this guy and his friends. What if he's a psychopath that murders girls that go after him?" I said, calmly.

"I'm sorry. It's kind of hard not to talk about THE RYDER MCKNIGHT! He is not just known in this school, he's literally labeled as the bad boy of this city. It's kind of hard not talk about him. Plus, he is NOT a psychopath." Holly argued.

"Ugh, I don't get what there is to talk about him. He's a guy, just like any other guy, there isn't much more to say about him. Just you wait, girls might begin to go missing before you know it." I replied.