Falling For The Bad Boy || Completed

Chapter 1

  RACHEL P.O.V.

I groaned at the annoying alarm. Why did I have to leave my phone on the other side of my room.
  I throw the comforter away from my body and get out of bed, vigorously slamming the stupid phone so it would shut up.
  I walk into my closet and look into my mirror, seeing my ugly hair mess.
  I pull my sleeping tank top off my torso and pull a over-sized black hoodie over my body. I slip off the running shorts I had on and pull on some sweatpants. I couldn't have my body be seen by anyone. I wanted to stay low, receive little attention, and keep my profile at a minimum. Yeah, I got bullied but I needed to stay under the radar. I didn't want to get caught.
  I slide on some slides over my pink socks and walk out of my closet, pulling my hair into a messy bun while doing so. I put my fake glasses on.
I grab my bag and my phone, jogging down the stairs.
I put my bag on the kitchen table and grab my smoothie I made last night, taking a sip.
"Good morning ," my brother, Ryder, says to me.
"Hey," I say back, taking another drink out of my nutritious breakfast.
"Tired?" My brother asks me and I nod my head.
"Yeah. I don't want to go to school today."
He laughs and grabs a pop tart. "You only have a two months left. You can do it."
I groan and place my empty cup in the sink.
"C'mon, lets go," Ryder says to me and shoves the rest of the pop tart in his mouth.
I give him a disgusted look. "Let me grab my lunch."
I grab my lunch box and walk through the front door and walk out to my brother's Ferrari.
  I throw my bag on the floorboard and climb into the passenger seat as Ryder does the same on the driver's side.
  My eyes flash towards the black mustang to my right and I see our school bad boy get into his car and speed off in the direction of our school.
  Ryder does the same and when we arrive, he goes to his girlfriend and I walk to my friend, Marissa.
  "Hey!" She screams at me and I smile at her, pressing my pointer finger into the ear she yelled into.
  "Hello."
  "Did you finish your calculus?"
  I nod my head. "Yeah. Why? You didn't?" I ask, assuming that my best friend didn't do her homework.
  She smiles sheepishly. "No . . ."
  I pull my binder out of my bag and hand the homework packet to Marissa.
  "I'll see you in calculus. I better get that back," I tell her, pointing a finger at her.
  She giggles and nods, heading to her class: English.
  I smile and walk through the classroom door, plopping into a chair in the back of the class.  
  My attention turns to the board as Mr. Reins starts talking about history crap.
  The door burst open and in walks Chase, our school bad boy. I used to like him but I told my heart to shut up when he started becoming a total player.
  He slides into the only seat available: the one next to mine.
  "Mr. Axe, may I know why you're late?" Mr. Reins speaks.
  "I was making out with someone," he says bluntly and the whole class bursts into giggles, except me. I just cringe.
  "Very well, detention," Mr. Reins announces, cueing the class to shut their mouths.
  Class was boring and annoying. Boring because history sucks and annoying because Chase kept flicking paper at me that had some message on it. For example, one said: 'Hey.'  Another said: 'Why do you always wear baggy clothes?'  And the one that ticked me off the lost said 'You should meet me after school in the library.' Like, what the hell do you want?
  I roll my eyes and slid the papers off my desk.
  I checked my watch. We had 10 minutes left.
  Chase chucked another ball of paper at me and I didn't even read it. I just stood up and punched him in the face. I shouldn't have done that. I ruined my profile. But he was making me so mad.
  He didn't even hold his face he just looked back up at me and smirked. It was the look of 'You hit like a girl.'
  I was about to punch him again but Mr. Reins grabbed Chase and another adult, Ms. Lakers (another history teacher) I think, grabbed me and pulled me away.
  "Detention! Three days both of you!" Mr. Reins yells and walks both of us to 'detention'. 
  I roll my eyes at Chase's smirk and shake out my hand as I slouch into a seat in the 'detention' room.
"Rachel?" I hear my name and turn my head to the source of my name.
"What?" I ask, already loosing the profile that I worked so hard to build up.
"Here's your work for the day. Please come up and get it."
I walk up to the desk and grab the papers, dropping them on the desk.
Whenever you received detention, the counselors gathered all your work from your teachers and dropped it off in detention for you.
I started on my work.
It didn't take that long. I was finished before the bell rang for school to end, unlike Chase.
I got distracted by his lips during the last five minutes of school.
They were so perfect. They looked so soft and velvet like and I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. I wonder -
NO! Snap out of it Rachel! Don't fall for the player.
  When the bell rang, I stood up quickly and walked out of the room to where I usually would meet Marissa.
  "I turned your calculus in for you," she says, not smiling.
  "Thanks," I nod my head.
  "Why weren't you in calculus, lunch, or gym?" She asks me, walking with me to my brother's car.
  I sigh and run a hand down my face. "I can't tell you."
  She gives me a look. "You can't tell me? Why?"
  "I just can't. I'm sorry Marissa. I-"
  "No, no don't talk to me. Come back to me when your ready to tell me what's going on."
  I sigh, and let her walk off, in defeat. I had just lost my only friend.
  I walked to my brothers car and saw him and Penelope, his girlfriend, making out so I decided to walk home.
  I was barely down the street when a car pulled up behind me. "Need a ride?"
  I turned and saw Chase's grinning face out of the window.
  "Not from you," I spat.
  "Aw, come on baby. Let me take you home. I'm sure you-"
  I cut him off. "Don't call me that Chase."
  "Whatever you say baby." He opens the passenger door and I decide to take the ride.
  I climb in and he takes my bag and throws it with his.
  I shut the door and put my seatbelt on, waiting for him to take me home.
  "Why do you wear baggy clothes baby?" He asks me, making a left turn with his left hand.
  "None of your business," I mutter, shoving my hands in my hoodie pockets.
  "Please baby?" He asks, leaning towards me.
  I roll my eyes and push his body back to the steering wheel.
  "Why do you care?" I ask in a harsh tone.
  His facial expression changes to something on the verge of being embarrassed and angry. "I see you change every morning through your bay window . . ."
  I look at him, shocked that he watched me change.
  "Pervert!" I yell at him but I couldn't help laughing.
  My laugh seemed to lighten the mood because he laughed too.
  "No really," he started. "You're body's beautiful. I don't understand why you'd hide it," he trails off.
  I shrug and grab my bag, about to climb out but Chase grabs my wrist.
  "Please text me okay?" He says and I think: Is the bad boy going soft?
  He clears his throat and releases my wrist, his facial features turning blank.
  "Bye Chase," I wave to him and he actually waved back.
  I smile slightly and unlocked the front door walking into my house.
  I walk up to my bedroom and set my keys on my dresser and drop my bags on the floor.
  I opened my window and let the cool breeze flow in as I pulled my hoodie off to reveal my sports bra and took off my sweats to reveal my Victoria secret underwear. I pull running shorts over them and plop down on my bed.
  And as I laid on my bed, it was then I realized, I liked Chase again.