Sweetbitter-Bad Boy's First Love #SAMPLE

Chapter 2

Lyric's P.O.V

I woke up with a start at the sound of my alarm going off and groaned, covering both my ears with my hands. Damn it! New semester starts today and I'm gonna be late again. I yawned and sat up in my bed while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then slammed my hand down on top of the annoying alarm clock, effectively cracking it in half. How many alarm clocks did I crack this month again? I've lost count.

I heard a soft groan from behind me and looked back instantly in alert, only to come face to face with the girl I slept with last night. A virgin, of course. I sighed. I should've known better, I thought, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come.

"Hey! Get up!" I said shaking her slightly, as I got up and put my boxers on.

She woke up slowly and sat up in my bed, pulling the covers up to her chest. She gave me a small smile but it vanished instantly as soon as she saw my expression. She was pretty, with shoulder length light brown hair and brown eyes but I don't do girlfriends and I had already made it clear last night...which she obviously thought would change after I slept with her. "You need to get out now, I have to get to college" I said firmly as I walked to my closet.

"Le-leave...b-but why?" she asked pathetically, tears forming in her eyes, which already had smudged liner on them. Now that I see it, she has too much makeup on and they made her look like her skin was melting.

"Because I need to get to college and you probably have school, kid!" I said as I chose which t-shirt to wear, not paying attention to her at all.

"B-but I thought..." she trailed off, stuttering. Tears were probably streaming down her face by now and she was going to make up some sob story again just so I'd pay some more attention to her.

"Look kid," I said turning to face her angrily. "I told you this yesterday before we fucked; I don't do girlfriends. I warned you that this would mean nothing and you agreed. And don't you dare give me bullshit about being drunk because I know very well that you weren't! Or have you forgotten your little speech about how you've done this a million times and you don't even plan on staying the night with me? Now get your shit together and get out!" I yelled, losing my patience. Next time, I'll remember to pen down an agreement make the girls fucking sign it before we fuck!

I turned towards her and watched as her lips trembled and she quickly scrambled out of bed and dived for her clothes. After she had them on, she ran out of the room like she was being chased by hell hounds.

I sighed in relief and turned back to my closet, taking out a dark green t-shirt with some black denims and headed for the shower. I showered quickly and dressed in my chosen attire before running my hands through my short black hair stop it from sticking straight up. It was cut really short so that no one can grab it during a fight.

And yes, you heard it right. I did just say that I fight, and not just in street fight but also like boxing and hand-to-hand combat. I want to join the Navy SEAL once I graduated college. I want to be just like my older brother, a strong and intelligent officer, or at least that's what he was when he still had his legs. He lost them in a bombing accident, and then he was forced to quit. Now he works as a computer trainer and owns a gym to train future officers.

I took my phone and wallet on my way out and locked the front door. My bike was already parked on my driveway so I got on and stared the engine. I was about to speed my way out the front gate when I noticed how the flower pots had been turned over and broken and were now lying in my way. "Bitch!" I muttered under my breath and drove sideways, avoiding the sharp pieces and heading to college. The maid will clean up things later.

There were some advantages of being the son of a millionaire. My dad was a hotel magnet and my mom's a hardcore lawyer. I have no idea how that match even happened but it did and that was how Derek and I were born. I don't know who we picked after since both of our parents had a wild streak but us brothers wanted to do some good in the world, save lives and all that shit. At least that's what Derek had been in the navy for, but me? I just wanted the Adrenalin rush.

Having difficult jobs had always kept our parents out of the house for long months at a time, they were hardly even home for the holidays and I'd been raised practically by nannies. Derek was ten years my senior so he had been off to college even before I had turned eight and then I had been all alone in this humongous mansion. But that's been fine by me. I was used to being alone.

When I reached the gates of Rosewater University, the college seemed oddly buzzed. There were students everywhere and there were plenty of new faces that I'd never seen before. New sem, new pussies. That's how I saw it. I was currently in my second year of Uni, studying criminology. I know it was more on the science of why crimes happen and shit, but I wanted to get into the heads of the criminals, know what they were thinking before they commit a crime. My dad often told me that there were many ways to prevent a crime from happening and some of it was done by convincing the criminal not to do it. It worked on the rare cases and it was one of the rarest speeches I'd ever got from my father, so I'd taken it to heart.

Anyways, that's what I was here for in college anyway. So I entered the Uni grounds and went to park my bike in the parking lot, in my usual spot. It was a spot reserved for me and everyone knew it, even the new kids had been warned, but today, I found a bike sitting on my spot, taking up my parking space.

"What the fuck!" I snapped at the bicycle. Who in their right fucking minds would ever want to park in my space? Were they not warned?

I turned to look for the owner of the bike but one of the first year boys came rushing over to me instead. "I warned her!" The kid was telling me. "But she just wouldn't listen. She said the space didn't say reserved, nor did it have your name on it, so she parked anyway."

"Did she now?" I smirked and killed the engine before getting off my bike. I walked over to the bicycle and was about to throw it out of the campus grounds when a female voice rang out over the buzz of gossip.

"Touch my bike and you're dead."