A Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter 1: New School

"Why can't I just be homeschooled for my senior year?" you ask your mom as she's driving you to your new high school.

"Sporks High School is one of the best schools in the state, honey," she replies.

You roll your eyes. She was talking about the classes and the school itself, not the kids. You already had a hard time making friends at your old school, which you've been going to for your whole life, and now you have to start over.

She notices that you weren't talking about the school. "Maybe this is a good opportunity to move on from all that's happened, Y/N. Maybe the girls are nicer here."

"It wasn't just the girls, mom."

You pull up to the school and hesitantly step out of mom's yellow beetle.

"Break out of your shell, my little turtle baby!" she yells out the window. This is why you can't make friends.

*************

You walk into the sea foam green halls with your head down. 'Different day, different prison' you think to yourself. Trying to be invisible doesn't last long as a bubbly blonde white chick runs up to you, a little too excited.

"Hi! I'm Kayleyeigh, the student body president at Sporks High! You must be new, because I know everybody here. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"My name?"

"No, Y/N."

"Oh. Okay! Well, welcome to Sporks. Lemme lead you to your first class. Let's see your schedule."

You reach into your black, JanSport backpack and take out a crumpled peace of paper. "Just how like I like my men, crumpled," you say.

She awkwardly laughs at your failed joke as you un-crumple your schedule. "Huh, AP chemistry. You must be smart!"

You shrug, she giggles, then she leads you to your class. "The teacher is Mrs. Wilson," she says to you. "Just don't get on her bad side. Bye!" She yeets away, leaving you stranded at the doorway. Everyone in the class is already seated.

"Oh, you must be our new student. Let's see, um, there's a free seat by Richard over there." She points to the empty seat next to a bleach blonde boy drumming on the desk with Dixon Ticonderogas. Of course that's the only free seat.

You sit down, and instead of introducing himself he just stares at you with wide, blue orbs.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

He looks away. "I'm not a nerd, I just like blowing stuff up," he replies.

"Um, okay," you respond. Mrs. Wilson begins class.

"Okay, class. On your desk you have a beaker of blue dyed water and a beaker of red dyed water. Mix them together and write down your observations."

You look around the class at the other students. Their water turns purple. You turn your head towards Richard just as he pours the dyed waters into the bigger beaker. It blows up. "How did you do that?" you ask. He just looks at you and smiles, and before you can say anything else, the bell rings.

You gather your stuff and head to your next class, which should be at the end of the hall. Richard chases after you. "I'm Colson," he says.

"Mrs. Wilson said your name is Richard," you reply.

He looks off into the distance. "That name is dead to me," he replies. "Hey, there's this party tonight at my boy Pete Davidson's house. It'd be sick if you would come."

"It's a Monday, though."

"So?"

"Okay, I'll go," you respond.

"Cool, pick you up at 8." And he trots away.

"You don't even know where I live!" you yell down the hall, but he is already too far gone. As you continue on to your next class, anatomy, Kayley darts up to you.

"Were you just talking to Colson Baker?" she asks.

"Um, yeah," you respond.

"Listen, if you want to have an easy breezy life here at Sporks High, then I would suggest not talking to him."

"Why?"

"Let's just say he's a troublemaker. He slashed my sisters tires because she called him a bleached stick with legs, and he egged my boyfriend's house because he slept with Colson's girlfriend."

"While you were dating?"

"Yeah but I forgave him. He said he was in heat and like that's a serious medical thing you know?"

"Uh."

"Toodles new girl!" She gallops away.

***********

After school you and your mom head straight to the mall to get an outfit for the party tonight.

"I'm so glad you already made a friend! And you've been invited to a party!"

"We're not friends and they probably invite everyone to these parties," you explain.

"Who is he?"

"Just some bad boy."

"Oooh. Mama likey."

"Nothing's gonna happen between us mom. I don't even wanna go anymore."

"Listen little lady, I didn't raise no lil' bitch."

You sigh. She's right. You ain't no lil' bitch.