The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

1. Unexpected.

       As my senior year of high school finally arrives, I find myself eagerly anticipating the next chapter of my life. In just a few short months, I will be on my way to college, leaving this place behind.

I've come a far way at Williams field high school without much recognition whatsoever. I like to class myself as a very smart girl when it comes to my studies, but I prefer to cover it up.

In truth, I consider myself a very intelligent student when it comes to my studies, but I prefer to keep this part of myself hidden.

I have always been cautious about drawing too much attention to myself, as the environment at my school is challenging and competitive. Surviving here requires a certain degree of toughness, and I have found that it is best to blend in rather than stand out.

I was of average height with long black hair, smooth tan skin, and bright hazel eyes, which I typically hid behind sweatshirts and big, nerdy eyeglasses to avoid unwanted attention. However, it seemed that attention was something I didn't quite need since any interest I received from guys would lead to them scurrying off the other day mysteriously as if I had rabies or something.

Despite hating the feeling of rejection, I knew that blending in was necessary for the greater good.

Williams Field High School had a rigid social hierarchy with two distinct classes of students, like a food chain with a clear ranking system. The "good" students were at the top, and the "bad" were at the bottom, leaving no room for anything in between. Surviving here meant finding a way to fit in, to remain unnoticed, and to avoid attracting attention at all costs.

The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys.

The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

Then there is me Annabella walker. I try my best not to fit in with both crowds although you could say my appearance would go with the lower class but that wasn't the case because my parents have money which would put me at the top of the ranks but not everyone knew that, and some did which led them to be a bit confused about my status.

But that just led them to ignore my presence which I was completely glad about.

The social dynamics of the school were unforgiving. Popularity came with a mountain of attention and expectations, while the lower ranks were treated like peasants, given mountains of homework and walked all over.

The intellectual ones, the nerds, were under even more pressure. They were expected to complete up to twenty homework assignments daily for the popular kids, and the consequences for not completing them were severe.

As one of the nerds or "know-it-alls," I had spent years struggling to survive and avoid bullying by the popular kids. This meant that I had to settle for average grades and keep a low profile, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid drawing attention to myself. The social divide was clear, and it seemed like there was no way out of this merciless hierarchy unless graduating.

But not this year and I'll be damned if I lowered my grades for a bunch of pessimists. I wanted to go out with a bang. I was determined to do my best and make my parents proud, this year was my year to shine!

I wanted to get into a great college and not just because of my parent's money.

I had been walking to my locker so I could get to the first period as I'd received my timetable, I then felt a hand swiftly snake around my shoulder.