"We need to start from the beginning. We need to find out who actually did it." ••• Alexandra Black's new found perfect life turns upside down when her psychotic ex-boyfriend, literally, crashes into her life with his car. He wants her back, he'd kill anyone who comes between him and her, even if it was Alexandra herself. But, there's this bad boy already there in the picture, who just isn't ready to give Alexandra away so easily. Now now, this isn't the cliché story where the bad boy meets the good girl and they fall in love. This is Alexandra Black's story about how she cleared all the mess she's made in her life, while falling in love with the green eyed bad boy all the way. This is the story of the bad boy's Girl Next Door. ▪▪▪ "You think I'm ugly?" Cole asked, faking disbelief. "Now now, don't think of yourself as an ugly person. Think of yourself as a beautiful monkey." I said, smirking at him. Cole's green eyes sparkled. "I knew you were attract--wait, did you just call me a monkey?" He asked, this time really in real disbelief. ▪▪▪ "I'm not the girl next door, I'm the bitch across the road." Take your inner Nancy Drew with you, as you follow Alexandra through all of the ups and downs, while trying to seek for the truth. ▪▪▪ NOW COMPLETE Needs editing.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.