Loving the Bad Boy

Loving the Bad Boy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 29, 2017
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Romance
Your first day at a new school can either be perfect or a complete hell because, in today's society, you have to live by a set of rules. 1) Wake up at 5 o'clock, even though you don't start school until 8:30. 2) Spend an hour and a half curling your hair with the newest wand because your natural hair is to "frizzy." 3) Spend an hour on your make up to look semi decent. 4) Don't eat breakfast because you have to starve yourself to get the "perfect" body. 5) Throw on the skankiest outfit you own with a pair of 6 inch heels that squeeze the living daylights out of your feet. 6) Go to school an hour early to socialize. 7) Never be seen alone or sad. 8) Hang out with only popular kids. 9) Get straight A's but act stupid so you don't get made fun of. 10) Go home and wonder why you're not good enough. I, Lexi Rose Anderson, always obeyed these rules. That was until I met him.
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]

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