Good Meets Bad

So how do I even begin to explain my fucked up life to you guys. Well I guess I can start off by saying that I have a mother who would sleep with just about anything that had a dick just so she could get her daily dose of pills everyday. Or the fact that I'm called a 'pot head' and 'druggie' everyday at school? Or how my dad left us for some skank he was cheating on my mom with? But why don't I start here.. Cole Jackson. The golden boy of my school. The one with the good grades, the captain of the football team, the guy every girl wanted but couldn't get, the guy that every guy wanted to be. You would think that he would go no where near a 'druggie' like me right? Well I thought that at first but I guess I was wrong considering he thinks he can help me! But he can't, I know he can't I'm like a broken toy I can't be fixed. I need him to understand that I don't want to be helped. Or at least that's what I thought.. Until I started falling for him..