why does being bad feel so good

Introducing Y/N

Y/N pov.

"y/n get up it's time for school" my mom shouted. I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes laid back down and did a full body strach. "coming ma" I said and got up. wow my room is a mess, closet, closet, closet, oh there it is dang I'm tired. I pop on some black jeans and a grey shirt, but that won't matter because I am going to be wearing a black jacket. going to the kitchen I see my mom drinking her coffe before she goes to work. I yawend and looked at her "morning mama" I said as she looks at me and smiles and points to the already made bowl of cereal. why is my mom so kind "thank you ma" I said and sat down in front of her. I look at my cereal oh coco dinobites. "how did you sleep Y/N" I look at her and smile "I slept good ma, what about you how did you sleep" she mirrors my face and smiles "Me too I slept good" we both shared a laugh then my mother looked at the clock "I have to go remember to leave the house at 7:00" I nod my head and kiss her goodbye. "have a good day at work I am sending good vibes" as she walks out the door I head to my room and turn on my tv. ah iCarly what a classic, I watch two episodes then my alarm for 7:00 rings. I turn off my tv and head to my car. and drove the 15 minute drive to school. walking in I heard the voices talking about new students. I was curious and tried to ask. "um w-what new students are we getting?" but all I got in return was a wierd look and a good shove into the lockers. well so much for finding out who the new kids are going to be I should have just kept my mouth shut. oh well if you don't already know I am the one kid that the whole school knows to bully. I am fair game to anyone. I head to my first hour Earth and space science. I walk in and see that my teacher is in a bad mood and I know it is going to be taken out on me as much as possible. I sigh, this is going to be a long day I know it. 20 minutes in a picture was put on the board "Y/N what is this sighn?" my teacher snapped at me "Drako?" I squiked and the whole class laughed "detention y/n for not paying attention" and before I could say anything else she continued her lecture. yea this is my life, after first hour I made my way to second witch is math "ok class we are going to be taking a pop quiz" my math teacher said his name is Mr. Salone and my first hour teachers name is Mrs. Salone. The only difference between the two is that Mr. Salone is my only friend in this entire school. he is like a school kid passing notes in class but the only person he passes the notes to is me. 

Y/N are you ok you seem down was first hour that bad. did my wife give you detention again. I am sorry I talk to her and she said she would change but I don't think she will. 

I look at the note and smile. I glance up to see Mr. Salone smiling, how did I get so lucky to have a friend like him. but we have to be careful, no were not dateing like I said we are friends but Mrs. Salone is a very jelous person and always thinks the worst. I read back over the note. he talked to her, that's why she was in a bad mood this morning. but it's not his fault he is just trying to help me. "Y/N do you need any help with your work?" Mr. Salone whispered to me when he was by my desk. I am not bullied for being a nerd I am not the smartest person and I am not athletic I am basically nothing, and that is why people bully me because I am nothing and they make a point to remind me everyday and no my mother does not know I am getting bullied at school. I look up at him and give the slightest nod but he caught it and pulled up and empty chair to help me. I am not stupid I am far from it I know random facts that end up helping me in life. I just have a learning disorder that makes it hard for me to take in the information and Mr. Salone is the only one who gives me the help I need. "ok Y/N this is the formula we have to use for the first few problems ok" he said to me looking at me to make sure I am registering it the best I can. first formula ok a * b = c  "so what we have to do here is find the number for a and multiply that by b  then we get the answer for c " he said, it made a little bit of sense I look at him and said "if c  is 63 then a  would be 7 and b  would be 9?" I questioned my self. I looked up to see Mr. Salone looking so proud "that's it Y/N you are understanding it" he said and we kept working just before the bell I had finished the worksheet and Mr. Salone took it and pat my head. "you did well today Y/N lets do better tomorrow" he said and I looked happy, he always says that at the end of the day. 3rd hour flew by then it was lunch like always I sat alone the people who don't have the heart to bully me avoid me like the plague. I had a few things thrown at me during lunch but afterwards the day flew by. but it's not over yet I have detention with Mrs. Salone. walking into detention it was just me, I look towards the desk and there sat Mrs. Salone with a large notebook and a pencil and on the board written in black I will not say stupid things during Mrs. Salone's class. "I want to write that sentence on the board in that notebook until detention is over do you under stand me" all I could do was nod and take the notebook and pencil. and for one hour I wrote. for one hour I wrote that dumb sentence in this dumb notebook with this dumb pencil. "ok times up you can go see you tomorrow during class" she said and put a wicked smile on her face as soon as I was out of the class room I bolted down the hall and out of the school to the parking lot keys in hand and drove home. today was a long day and tomorrow wont be any better but the new kids are coming so at least some of the attention will be off me.

A/N thank you for reading the first chapter of why does it feel so good to be bad  I hope you will keep reading and for  I did it for them I am having some major writers block with that story so if anyone would like to give me some ideas to continue it I will. Moonsun_oppa.