[High school romance]
Bad boy x bad girl
Stella Max is a bad girl. She doesn't have hope anymore after her mom left her, commiting suicide.
Michael Henson is a bad boy. He's father is busy, rich, famous attorney and he wants Michael to become one. B...
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I was bored in every class. I hate school. H-A-T-E. My phone rings at the same time when the school one does. No, I don't shut my phone down because of fucking school. Why would I? Maybe it's somethin' important and I have to take it. Of course more important than school.
I glance at ID. It's Tyler.
"What's up, bro?", I answer.
"Bro, my car! Something's wrong! Come here fast!"
"Bro, why do you need me?" I lean against the locker. The noise of students is too loud. Why do they keep shouting I have no freakin' idea.
"I can't go nowhere! Comeeee!", he begs.
"Okay, okay. I'll come. Because I'm bored", I lie. No, because he's my best friend and I'll do anything for him.
"Yeah, yeah, just come."
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I don't have a car, so I had to walk to the frat house. I'm hella tired. Or it's maybe the sun? It's so hot today. I'm glad I'm wearing a skirt, a black one of course. But of course, I had to put on fishnet stockings. My hair is down and I regret it. It's sooo hot.
When I spot the house I feel revealed. Finally. Now at the day house looks bigger. I find it really nice. Simple but fancy and rich at the same time.
I step on the porch and this house in front of me doesn't look like it was a victim of the last weekend's party. I can only imagine the mess all those guests left. And poor one who had to clean all of that.
I knock on the door and wait. I sigh. Hope all of this wasn't for nothin'.
The guy that I recognize from the school opens the door.
"Tyler?", I confuse.
"Stella? What a pleasure. What are you doing here?", he asks, confused as well.
"I can ask you the same thing."
"I'm the owner", he grins. Wow, I didn't know that. Yeah, I only went to one party here, even though I've been living here for two years now, but I had no idea who owned the house. "Yeah, I know how that sounds", he says, bringing me back to reality. "So, come in."
