Not My Bad Boy

“Crying over a guy? pick your head up princess your tiara is falling” I heard a deep voice say.

I just allowed myself to take a short sneak peak of the pair of brand new dark blue/white Vans in front of me. A shiver went down my spine, I didn’t dare to look up higher. I already knew who was standing right in front of me.

Dale,

Dale Foster.

You would say that Dale is your stereotype description of the school’s bad boy.

The guy who runs the school more than a principal does.
The type of guy that wouldn’t even bother to attend detention class.
The type of guy that will rebuild your face for just even looking at something that’s his.
The type of guy that comes home every day at 6 am in the morning drunk and completely wasted.
The type of guy who doesn’t care about anything or anyone.
The type of guy that gets into fights all the time.

Well that’s him.

And then there is me;

Eleanor Flores.

I’m a junior, but really, I skipped 2 years of high school. I was a straight A student, never failed any of my classes in my entire life, and I’m proud of that.

I was new.

New in California.

Both my parents are very successful and hardworking doctors. They made us move to California for their job, but still they’re rarely home.

But what happens when…

When I have to move in with the bad boy. The person I fear the most. The person who makes me want to dig a hole and hide in it.

And the worst part is that I didn’t even had a say into this.

I feared him. I wanted to get away from him. I didn’t want to get involved with him.
I used to be carefree, enjoying my life like there was no tomorrow. But I changed. And a boy had everything to do with it. I was scared, scarred with my memories, scarred with my secrets.
And Dale would just be repeating history.

Follow Dale and Eleanor on their adventure.

Description sucks but please stick with me XD