Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 1

"Amy! You know I love you but really! Get down here!" Dad screamed.

"Sorry Dad, I have nothing to wear!"

"Are you kidding me! We just went school clothes shopping! I bought you thousands of pieces of clothing!" Oh the lord... I can just see him threading his hands in the air.

"Your just lucky I ate breakfast, did my hair and make-up!" I retort.
I quickly grab my initial outfit, a stripped crop top and high-waisted shorts, paired with my light blue converse. I throw my long, ombre hair in a messy bun I bound down the stairs with my oversized purse and head out the door, to my giant SUV. A birthday gift.

"Finally, I have to lock up he house you know!"
He just needed to lock up the house, cause he doesn't trust me with keys.

Long story short: I was 13, he gave me a set of keys and when I went home I dropped them in the disposal... I practically burned the house down.
Never had keys since. Except my car keys.

"I love you dad! See you after school. If I don't come back right away, I'm at Casey's!" I blow him a kiss as I start my engine.

"Bye my love!" He blows me a kiss as I pull out of the drive way. I take a sip of my frappe and drive the 15 minutes it takes to get to school.
I finally enter the school threshold and run to Casey's locker and tackle her to the ground in a hug.

"I missed you so much!" She tells me.

"Did you have to go to that fashion camp this summer?!? Face time just doesn't do it!" I tell her.

She throws her head back in laughter. He black bob swishing in the air. "Yes I did! But your right! Next time your coming with me!"

"Hell no!" I exclaim. "I couldn't sew for my life!"

She scoffs, "You liar! You fixed that Armani dress that you ripped in like a minute!"

"Uh, huh! That was luck!"

"Whatever! What class do you have first period?" She asked.

"Art." I hand her my schedule and she hands me hers. I frown. "We only have 5 of 9 classes together and this is our senior year!"

"Outrageous! I getting a schedule change!" She tells me.

"Sure..." I doubt it. She also said she was gonna ask Jack on a date. That didn't happen.

"Whatever... I gotta get to class." I smirk.

"You've got Gym!!!" I gloat. That was her least favorite subject. "I feel so bad for you!"

"Yea, yea... I'm gonna Get it over with..."
I walk to my class as we part ways. I wave her goodbye and she throws me a kiss. When I get to art there's only one seat left. I am forced to take it.

Next to the infamous Jackson Denivior.

I shove his feet off my chair and drop his jacket in his lap. He looks up at me like I jay told him he was adopted and he knew it all his life. "Excuse me?" He asked.

"What?"

"Did you just do that?"

"I suppose so."

He mumbled something I couldn't hear under his breath.

"Ya know, you could try to at least be a little bit friendly. I'd i have to dust here first period everyday, if prefer it to be a less depressing morning." I tell him, though I'm frightened that I just said that to him.

He raises one eyebrow and flips me off.
I shrug my shoulders, I was expecting nothing less. I don't mind. I like doing all the work anyways. If get screw it up and get a bad grade then I suffer from it.
I couldn't care less.

The period went by rather quickly. Before I knew it, the bell was ringing and I could leave. Jackson had left earlier anyways. The teacher didn't say a word. Frankly, I think he threatens all the teachers of this school. I sigh.
I start to walk to my next class, I check my schedule. Ugh. Math. I suppose I'll survive.
As long as I don't have to deal with Jackson.

This is gonna be a long first day. At least I can go to soccer tryouts after school today! Yay! I love soccer.

This is gonna be better than I thought.