I Want the Badboy

19. 99 Problems but 1

Kaylan's POV

Morning alarms weren't my worst. My worst was waking up to the problems of the previous day.

I didn't want to wake up, probably not now. How I wished we could sleep off our problems but sleeping off your problems without waking up to them means death.

Oh God!

Where was the Kaylan who never woke up to any problem? Where was the the Kaylan who never got into trouble? The Kaylan who never got reported for any bad deeds, where was she?

I knew she was somewhere deep inside of me, screaming to be let out. The good and boring girl Kaylan who everyone cherished, was gone. But not gone, gone. I could still bring her back but was I gonna do that?

No way, not when I had Nick.

I sluggishly climb out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and then I started preparing for school.

I went downstairs and made myself breakfast, then I started thinking of Cassie again and that was literally the only thing I've been doing through out the night.

Cassie didn't come home last night and I haven't seen any sign of her this morning. How I wished she came back.

As I ate cereals for breakfast, I started recalling Cassie's words from last night.

"I know the Sanders too well, Kay. They are bad people, real bad people".

How could I certainly be sure of Cassie? For God knows Cassie could have made it all up. But if she had made it up Mom won't have told me to stay away from Sanders because they were bad news.

Bad news, real bad people. They looked so similar.

Nick was too nice, charming, loving and caring to be a real bad person.

Then another of her words creeps in;

"What a story! Don't be deceived he's only showing you the side he wants you to see. Do you know him inside out, Kay?".

Nick was a Badboy, I knew that but the way Cassie emphasized on the Sanders as real bad people was like there was something more than having tattoos and messing around.

The sad truth was that I didn't know Nick inside out. I didn't know much about him, all I knew was that he's parents were dead, so he lived with his aunty Liz and then he has a brother Nate who was in jail.

That was all I knew. But wait and also that Nick was in town to get his brother out of jail. But how?

There was a fact I knew about the Sanders that I didn't need Nick to tell me was that they are stinky rich.

Nicholas wasn't my type of boy. But I fell for him so easily, there was no stress. It seemed like I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

He was the escape from my boring life, he made me know that sometimes it was good to be bad, so no one can step on your foot and walkaway without saying sorry.

I guess I enjoyed being bad anyway.

The shocking part here was Nick fell easily in love with me despite me not being he's type of girl. They were lot of girls in the school, who had high sense of fashion, who were stylish and all that, girls like Stacy and Chelsea were certainly Nick's type.

Unlike me, the holiest bitch in school, the one that never wore make up, the one that never went to Friday night parties, the one that never partake in cheerleading.

Majority of people would have classified me as a nerd of the school but couldn't because I rolled with the Elites of the school. I was an elite though. My father is a pastor but we're damn wealthy.