Falling For The Wrong Girl

Chapter One

NO! NO! NO!  
I silently yelled in my head. It can't be over, I refuse for it to be over! Tears rolled down my eyes as I stared at my mother's pretty face in her coffin. She looked so calm, so pale, so unlike her. I cried harder when my dad wrapped an arm over my shoulder. I'm so sorry mum, so so sorry.

That was over a week ago at my mum's funeral, yet I have always been constantly plagued by the memory of her pale lifeless face. Today however, for the first time in history, I wasn't thinking of mum, I was thinking of school. i'm starting Thunder-east High today and i'm so nervous I think i'll be sick in my dad's baby( his car). It'll serve him right though, considering how much I hate him right now. I mean I know it's for my own good and that Greybank is too dangerous for me but did he seriously have to move me in the middle of the term?

"Love you sweetheart" Dad said but I glared at him. 

"You're still mad aren't you"?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"OMG, dad no!" I shrieked. I mean imagine having the entire student body catching you walking around on the first day of school with your dad. I quickly got out of the car before he said anything else.

 "Bye" I said as I shut the car door.

My first day at school was uh..... weird, yeah that's the word. Tons of people were staring at me pointing and whispering. I wanted to scream. My mum is dead, I know that. After school, I was just about to call Franco( my driver) when I noticed a paper on the notice board. Just there and then I knew what I was going to do during those after school club meets. I was going to join the fight club. How lame is that? Who names a club 'fight club'? Anyway, I walked into the 'training centre' for the fight class when some hottie walked up to me.

You ever been in a situation where you meet a guy with a killer smile and good looks then you just say to yourself 'I've finally met my Prince Charming' then the guy opens his mouth and you realise how he's rather Prince un- Charming.

"You're the girl who's mum was murdered right?" he asked

"You did NOT just say that" I snapped. I wanted to hit him so bad

"Easy Miss Feisty, oh and dance class is down the hall" he replied with a cheeky grin

"Actually, jerk, I'm here for the fight class. Duh" i said and walked to the teacher to introduce myself.

Five minutes later I was pinning some guy to the ground in fight class wondering why the teacher didn't give me much of a challenge.

Fight class was so boring that pulling my hair out sounded fun. The teacher just kept me in a corner while the guys practiced. To entertain myself I watched them and criticized them in my head. That Jerk was actually kind of good at fighting, kind of.  After the boring session of watching boys fight I was about to leave when I heard some guy talk about me to his friend.

"Yeah, beaten to death. " I heard and i clenched my jaw. Did he have the guts to talk about my mother?

"No wonder she looks messed up. Heard her mum was a slut, bet her dad found out and had one of his men beat her up." The other guy said

"Yeah, bet that's it. Bet she's the daughter of a murder and a slut" the first guy said

I walked to them as soon as he said that. "You should't talk about people you don't know" i said

"Why, it's the truth ain't it?" the first guy said

"No. It is not."

"Yeah well there's nothing you can do is there? How bout channeling your energy by following your slut of a mum's steps and come home with me?"

"I would rather sleep with a stone." I turned to leave but the guy held my arm, stopping me.

"Take that back!" he said

"Wow, you look so adorable when you're mad, I just wanna put you in my pocket" I said in a sugar sweet voice knowing that it'll make him even more mad.

"You daughter of a slut and murderer!! Your mum's a slut and your dad's a murderer, what are you a psychopath?"

I wanted to hit him but I don't start fights so I just let it go, broke free from his grip and walked away. He held my hair and pulled me to him. That's so not fair. I was having a great hair day! I turned to him and the idiot slapped me and called me a prostitute's daughter and told me to get some manners. It was like the string of self restraint tying my anger down snapped and while the idiot was walking away, I run towards him and jumped on his neck( which wasn't hard to do considering that he was short). He threw me down and I kicked his face, stood up, then punched him. He staggered and i kicked his face  again then he fell. I jumped on him at once, punching him repeatedly. I wasn't just mad at him for calling my parents names, I was mad at myself for not being there for mum and i was only using him to vent my anger.

I could hardly hear the guys cheering me on, I just wanted to let it all out. Then two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me away.

"Calm down feisty" A velvety voice said. It was Jerk, and I hated the fact that my body obeyed him immediately.  The idiot scrambled to his feet looking surprised and ashamed. "You run into a pole, got it?" Jerk said and the idiot nodded," I run into a pole" then he walked away quickly.