Thanks, I Always Wanted The Badboy For An Enemy

Chapter 1: I Am Sure The Wizard Of Oz Can't Fix This One

"Excuse me???" I stared, openmouthed and pissed, as my parents looked at me sympathetically.

"Jayda please, we're only trying to do what's best for you, if you would just listen..." I cut my Mom's plea off with an angry glare. This was not At all how I had planned to spend my morning. Saturdays were my religion, and there was absolutely nothing I enjoyed more than sleeping until I was forced to wake up. Instead, I had been shaken awake at 6:15 in the freaking morning, unceremoniously given a protein bar for breakfast, and shoved into the backseat of my family's brand new Hyundai.

4 hours in a car with my parents telling me absolutely nothing about our destination, had left them with one very ferocious, violent, sleep deprived hormonal teen daughter on their hands. I put up a fight the entire car ride, and it was only now, when we had stopped for lunch, that they bothered to tell me where exactly we were headed.

"You cannot just suddenly decide to send me to a Private Boarding School in the fucking middle of the school year and then expect me to be okay with it!" I snapped, biting viciously into my greasy cheeseburger, chomping furiously on the poor unsuspecting pieces of meat.

"Watch your language!" My father was one of those "Loud and Proud" types, and even though I loved him, he could be pretty clueless, and this was an all new low for him.

"Dad, forgive me but under these circumstances I think a bit of damn swearing is in order!" People were starting to stare at us, and my mother, ever the appearance nut, ushered the entire Werth family out of the fast food place.

"Jayda, you've had a really rough year, don't you think starting over on a clean slate might be a good idea?" I snorted and chucked the remains of the abused burger into the parking lot trashcan.

"Mom, it was a breakup, this shit happens." I FELT my Dad roll his eyes that time, and I turned to him and awarded him my absolute best winning smile. I tried not to show them the turmoil that raged beneath my light blue eyes. It had been a breakup yeah, but nothing as simple As I made it sound.

Alex Martin had been the one guy I had ever really fallen for. Freshman year he had come up to me during lunch and blurted out that he liked me, and the rest was history, or so I thought. We were perfect for each other, we both ran track, and he did baseball while I played soccer. We loved staying in and watching movies, and every moment we spent together made my heart burst.

And then he cheated on me. With my mortal enemy Tasha Evans. So much for loyalty huh?

"Oh sweetie!" And quite suddenly I was thrown into one of my mother's bone crunching hugs.

"Urf, gagh! Mom, I'm fine!" I gasped, clawing at her arms desperately. "I don't need a boyfriend, but I do however require air, which you are oh so unhelpfully cutting me off from!" As quickly as the affection attack had been sprung, it ended. My mother looked embarrassed, and she quickly stepped back and smoothed my hair down, a shade of red only a bit darker than hers, verging on auburn.

"It's just...." She sniffled and I felt like running. "We just want you to be happy, and all the reviews for this school are excellent, and we can afford it..." I wanted to interrupt her tirade to make a comment about our wealth but I refrained. My Dad had struck a deal with the owners of some foreign business company a few years ago, and it had changed our lives. People started noticing the Werth family, reporters would follow me when I was out, asking questions, and more and more people at school had started trying to get close to me. It had sucked, but I preferred it to the life we had before where my parents were miserable, always trying to make the next payment.

"It's okay Mom, I know." I gave her a weak smile and turned to my Dad. "And if this is really what you guys want, then I'll go through with this." I heard a happy squeal from my Mom and a sigh of relief from my father.