The Bad Girl And Good Boy

CHAPTER 1( You look like a damsel in distress)

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CHAPER 1:

It is a perfect day, the air crisp and the sun casting a golden glow over everything. Pure bliss—except for the pounding headache from yesterday's hangover. After nearly a year away, I've returned to my homeland, and my brother James threw an extravagant party to celebrate. I got a little drunk... In fact, more than a little. Now, I'm paying the price with a severe headache. Just as I collapse back onto my bed, a pillow smacks me in the face. "Aggghhhhh, who is this?"

"Get up, Sleeping Beauty! Time for high school after a year!" Grace, my overly possessive mother, stands there clapping her hands like an excited four-year-old. Her enthusiasm, juxtaposed with my throbbing head, is almost painful. The mouthwatering aroma of pancakes fills the room, and a quick glance at the clock reveals it's already 8:30. Panic rises in my chest. I'm late. Jeez.

I kick the sheets off and dash to the bathroom. The hot water from the shower feels like a balm, washing away some of my grogginess. The steam envelops me, a temporary sanctuary from the chaos of the morning. After a quick rinse, I scarf down the pancakes, grab my car keys, and dart outside like a lunatic. You might think I'm crazy about school, but that's not the case. I'm eager to see my friends and avoid detention on the first day. However, luck isn't on my side. It starts raining, and I can feel my carefully applied makeup running down my face. Frustration bubbles up inside me. All this trouble for what? "All the best, Jewel! Hope you enjoy!" Grace shouts from behind me. I wave at her and blow a kiss in return, trying to muster some semblance of calm.I nod and check my reflection in the rearview mirror of my sleek, black Audi R8, which glistens even on the cloudiest days. This car is an absolute pleasure to drive, a small luxury that usually lifts my spirits. After reapplying some makeup, I ignite the engine and head to high school. On the way, I spot a guy standing with an umbrella, practically on the verge of tears. Sympathy tugs at my heart.

I stop and look closely. The guy looks uncannily familiar. "Hey, want a ride?" I shout from the car. He looks at me, his eyes widening in shock, and the blood seems to drain from his face, as if he's seen a ghost. He quickly finds his voice. "No, I'm good."

"You look like a damsel in distress. You sure you're okay?" I yell, noticing his neck reddening with public embarrassment.

"No, I am not a damsel in distress," he shouts back, his pride evident despite his situation. I open the car door.

"Well then, no reason to avoid a ride from a helper. Hop in." He lets out an exasperated sigh and climbs in. As he settles into the seat, I can't help but notice how good-looking he is. Those beautiful eyes, those abs visible through his soaked shirt. A real nice view, and for a moment, the awkwardness of the situation fades. Neither of us speaks for a long time, so I decide to break the ice. "Do I know you? You look very familiar to me."

"I'm Marc. Marc O'Connor."

Oh my god, I look at him wide-eyed. The super nerd Marc O'Connor has transformed into a heartthrob over the years. Puberty hit him hard, I must say.

"What? Don't look at me like that," he says, breaking the silence. His voice holds a mixture of surprise and amusement.

I suddenly realize I was staring. "Oh hey, Marky. Well, I am..." He cuts me off."I know you. You're Jewel Lockhart," he says confidently, his eyes locking onto mine."Yup, that's me. How do you know me?" I ask, dumbfounded by his familiarity."How could I forget? You put water in my locker, soaking all my books. Let's just say you weren't very friendly or nice to me," he says, his tone carrying a hint of the hurt he must have felt. Now, it's my turn to feel embarrassed. I can't fathom another word, and the rest of the ride to school is rather quiet and awkward.

We enter the school parking lot, and as soon as the students notice the Audi R8, they know there's only one person who rides this car: JEWEL LOCKHART. A crowd gathers around, looking expectantly. I step out of the car dramatically, slowly opening the door, stepping out one leg at a time, swinging my bag over my shoulder, and giving a side glance to the crowd. The attention feels electrifying and suffocating all at once.

I see guys smirking, some in a daze, girls filled with envy, and some wanting to be a part of this. I mouth "missed me" to the crowd, and everyone makes way for me to pass. THE BAD GIRL OF SCHOOL IS BACK. Just behind me, Marc steps out. Everyone looks horrified for reasons I can't understand. Their reaction sends a shiver down my spine.

I put on my Ray-Bans and stride towards the school, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. I reach my class just before the bell rings. Relief washes over me. I'm saved for today. Miss Roosevelt gives me one of her trademark evil smiles. "Welcome back, Miss Lockhart. Good to see you. If you were five minutes late, you would be facing detention."

"Typical," I mutter under my breath, the frustration slipping out before I can stop it. Oh no, I think I said that out loud. "Detention, Miss Lockhart."The very thing I was trying to avoid has happened. Well, congrats, Jewel. Let's celebrate the first day in the detention room. As I walk to detention, I see faces looking in my direction, whispering about me. A mix of dread and exhilaration courses through me. Who knew I could become the number one hot topic on my first day back?

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