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------------------------------ TITLE: The Bad Boy's Girl LENGTH: 9848 DATE: Oct 26, 2012 VOTE COUNT: 39651 READ COUNT: 8173960 COMMENT COUNT: 9711 LANGUAGE: English AUTHOR: JessGirl93 COMPLETED: 1 RATING: 3 MODIFY DATE: 2014-06-17 16:04:54 ------------------------------ #################################### The Bad Boy's Girl #################################### *Note: Thank you for deciding to read The Bad Boy's Girl, I really hope that you guys enjoy the story! That said you might find the grammar a little lacking in the first two or three chapters and I apologize for that. I've tried editing it but due to a glitch, the changes never get made. You'll find the grammar much better from the third/fourth chapter onwards so please excuse any mistakes that you do find :) - Introduction- Mom and Dad are at it again and I can hear their shouts through the thin almost paper like walls that our house has. They are still under the impression that if they shout downstairs I wouldn't be able to hear them.Yet sadly for them and for me I can hear each and every word crystal clear. But that's what they do. They fight up to the point where they want to tear each other's hair out and then go to their room. Lately, however my dad has taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom which he sneaks out of every morning before I go to school. He thinks I don't know but I do. I know that things are bad between my parents but they'll never leave each other. They're stubborn like that. I get that from them, the stubbornness I mean but I really do hope I'm never put in a situation like theirs. Though I don't have to worry about finding someone I love and then ending up hating them because the guy I love will never love me. He's too busy being in love with Nikki the hoe. Oh wait let me rewind and tell you exactly why Nikki's a hoe. Nicole Andrea Bishop aka the reason behind every bad thing in my life is my ex-best friend and vice captain of the varsity dance team. I have know her since kindergarten when everything was rainbows and butterflies and sharing a cup of Jell-O meant that we were BFF's. Truly that's what Nikki and I were for about ten years. Then High School happened and turned her into the spawn of Satan. Gone was the girl who used to braid my hair because I was physically incapable of doing so. Gone was the girl who stayed up all night with me helping me prepare for the nightmare that was my French final in junior high. Gone was the girl who had dinner with my family every Saturday night before we started our weekly Gilmore Girls marathon. By the time freshman year ended she had been possessed by the spirit of Regina George and I was that pesky fly that kept hovering near her. I fought to keep our friendship alive I truly did but there was only so much my ego could take. This is the part where I tell you that I used to be fat. Oh and when I mean fat I don't mean the kind of fat where you could wear skinny jeans and crop tops yet still find it in yourself to criticize those few extra pounds. I weighed one hundred and ninety-eight pounds which was more than both my mother and father and perhaps all of Abraham Lincoln High School. I was that girl who wore sweatpants and hoodies with my converse. But before you begin to pity me let me tell you that I was never conscious about my weight in fact I was pretty okay with it. I didn't diet I didn't exercise (much to my mother's chagrin) and I didn't sacrifice animals so that the gods would miraculously make me shed all my weight. I ate what I wanted I stayed inside watching Gossip Girl on my laptop and in school I was ignored, not bullied but ignored. Then Nicole joined the dance team and suddenly everyone hated me. I can still hear them you know the catcalls and hushed (well not so hushed) whispers as Nicole and I would pass the other students. 'What was a hottie like Nicole Andrea Bishop doing with a girl like me?' 'Why didn't Nicole just get ride of the extra weight?' Yeah that one was hilarious. 'How was I fatty Tessie blackmailing Nicole into being my friend?' Suffice to say Nicole realized that I was damaging her 'rep' .So after months of avoiding my calls and not 'having time' to hangout with me she made it clear that I was now a bother to her and that we couldn't be friends anymore. I swallowed my pride and agreed. Just like that ten years of friendship went down the drain all because my best friend was too big of a coward to stand up to the people who questioned our friendship. Now if she'd stayed a coward I would've been okay but she decided that one humungous character flaw wasn't enough and that she needed to become a mega bitch. Which she did. While I returned for sophomore year fifty pounds lighter she returned with a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend-she returned as the girlfriend of the boy I'd been crushing on since I was eight. Woo-freakin-hoo. Jason 'Jay' Stone was the first boy who ever got me flowers. Well if you count one roughly plucked dandelion as a flower. He did this when we were in the third grade and when I'd come to school wearing my favourite bow. He told me I looked pretty and that was it-I was in love. As time went on we became good friends. Well he was a good friend to me. I simply became tongue tied in his presence. He was your typical All American Boy with his blonde hair blue eyes and baseball pedigree. However as I added pounds to my body I became shy about my association with him. I was fat and carried the pre-pubescent awkwardness. Let's just say I wasn't the kind of girl who deserved to spend time with Jay Stone and I distanced myself from him. Nicole knew fully well how I felt about him. She even encouraged me to ask him out because she claimed he had a crush on me even with all the fat I had on. Yeah no thanks. However during the summer before my sophomore year while I was busy slaving over the treadmill and consuming my body weight in water I realized that maybe this year I had a chance that I could finally be someone who could possibly flirt with Jay Stone. I was in for a rude awakening. The first time I saw Jay after that summer was in the school hallway just before the bell for first period rang. I had worn my newest Diesel jeans ( my parents were loaded go figure) Forever 21 top and after watching a YouTube tutorial, styled my blonde hair into the perfect top knot with my make up expertly applied. However my eye-makeup soon ran down my face as when I saw him. He had his tongue down my best excuse me my ex-best friend's throat. If I had eaten something I surely would've thrown it all up. That was how sickened and betrayed and back stabbed I felt not to mention that all my dreams and hopes along with my heart had just been crushed. I had lost Jay Stone to my ex-best friend and boy did she rub it in my face. It was like losing all that weight made no difference to them. I was still Fatty Tessie and I still wasn't worthy of their niceness. So here I am two years later and a senior going into my second week of high school sitting at home on a Saturday night and stalking the love of my life on Facebook. I was on his profile which seemed to be filled with posts from his girlfriend who called herself Nicole Stone on the site. Urgh I think I threw up a little. His display picture was one of the two of them on the beach. He had lifted her up with his arms around her waist and he was kissing the side of her head as she grinned (quite wickedly If you ask me) at the camera. Oh just kill me already. I tried blocking out the various pictures of Nicole as I went through his photos and my heart broke each time a new one came up. He was so perfect, so beautiful with his messy golden hair and ocean blue eyes and perfect smile. The dimples on his cheeks, the freckles on his nose, those sharp cheekbones... I was such a goner. But he wouldn't even look at me because he was too busy swapping spit with freaking Nicole Andrea Bishop. They were the perfect couple. The kind that were most likely to be voted Prom King and Queen on senior prom. The kind who would eventually get married one day because it seemed like they were so in love with each other. Why couldnt he see how evil his girlfriend was? How could he be blind to all her faults? Oh wait I remember. The fangs only came out when I was around and around him she was the perfect little angel. To give him credit Jay would always go out of his way to say hi to me and whenever we had the same class he'd offer to carry my books. Obviously I never accepted because Nicole was always just a few feet away with fire coming out of her nostrils. She really was insecure wasnt she? I refreshed his profile a couple of times until I saw a post that literally made me want to throw the laptop fifty feet away. 'I'm coming home brother ;) Better throw me a killer party Jay Jay' That post was by Cole Stone. Oh hell no. Cole was Jay's step-brother and the one person apart from Nicole who seemed to have a baseless hatred for me. He bullied me relentlessly all through elementary school and junior high. However being the delinquent that he was he got sent away to military school, freshman year. And now he was coming back. Cole was a monster, a criminal and and he... Oh My God. Now there's two of them! In some twisted way Cole and Nicole ( they even had rhyming names!) were related and now they'll combine their evil powers to make me miserable. I gulp and shut my laptop down tossing it aside. Oh cruel world. Someone up there must really have it in for me mustn't they? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- So I basically re-read all of my Princess Diaries books and I really wanted to write a light hearted and humorous story. All my other stories are full of drama and are somewhat serious. Hopefully with this one I'll be able to incorporate more humour/sarcasm/wit along with the basics like romance-DUH. So show your support by voting/commenting/fanning and let me know if I should go ahead with it. Much love Blair P.S If anyone of you feels like making me a cover then pleaseeeeee go ahead :) #################################### Chapter One : He's Bush and I'm Like His Mini Afghanistan #################################### A big thank you beautifuldreams for amazing new cover!! :D Chapter One : He's Bush and I'm Like His Mini Afghanistan Monday morning when my dad drops me off at school I pull on the hood of my jacket, which belongs to the days of Fatty Tessie hence being so baggy that it almost swallows me. The mission is to be as invisible to the human eye as possible and what better way to do that than wear something which 'the new me' wouldn't be caught dead with? My father eyes me curiously as I tip-toe towards the building but I can always explain it to him later that I'm trying to save my life. When he finally drives away I rush still on my tip-toes imitating a bad spy thriller and merge into the crowd of ALHS, so far so good. The plan is to quickly grab my books from my locker which might be the only way someone might identify me today. I plan on sitting way at the back today and ask the teachers to mark my attendance at the end of the lesson. Thankfully due to the fact that I am such a nerd my teachers wouldn't mind doing that for me especially if I mentioned that I was in mortal danger. Now you might say that I'm overreacting and that I don't even know if Cole is going to be in school today however I have know that boy long enough to be aware of his twisted schemes. He will attack when I lower my defenses and that my friends will not be happening. "Tessa," Oh no my cover's been blown! I squeeze my eyes shut and start walking towards homeroom which happenes to be in the direction opposite of whoever it was that's calling me. "Tessa wait!" I keep walking glancing left and right hoping that Cole wouldn't jump out of some random corner will water balloons in his hands. That devious baboon...he's got minions now does he? I try to hurry as much as I can but I'm not fast enough. A hand clasps down on my shoulder and I open my mouth to scream but I then my eye falls on the beaded bracelet on the wrist of the person holding on to me and I sigh in relief. That purple bracelet has beads with pink lettering on them spelling 'M-E-G-A-N' and belong to my friend Megan. I know for certain that she does not mean me physical harm well at least not intentionally. "Why-" she pauses to take a deep breath "Are you..." deep breath again, "Running so fast?" She's panting like she's just run a marathon instead of chasing me down a school corridor but in her defense she's a bigger nerd then me and exercise is a foreign concept to her. However she is a nerd with an obsession for gossip so she must know exactly why I'm running. "Let's get to class I'll explain." I say grabbing her arm and pulling her along before she attracts too much attention. "Ooo I smell gossip." She rubs her hands together manically and her green eyes shimmer in delight. Meet Megan Sharp one of my best friends post Nicole. We bonded over our mutual hatred of Chemistry and late hours at the library. She's an honours student destined for Princeton ( a college she loves beyond the point of normalcy by the way) and in her spare time she loves nothing more than knowing everything about everyone even though that knowledge might not be credible. She's pretty( if you ignore her eccentricity) with her deep red hair and flawless complexion. She looks like a porcelain doll and I envy her ability to be petite and delicate while I am anything but. We enter the classroom and as per usual Miss Sanchez is fast asleep in her chair while paper planes are whizzing by her head. The two of us spot our other best friend Bethany aka Beth sitting by the window and scribbling furiously over her notebook and head over to her direction. "Hey Beth!' I wince at the shrill tone of Megan's voice but you just cannot tone this girl down this is her usual way of greeting people- destroying their eardrums. Beth does not look up and I realize that she's in her zone, her 'I'm writing a song come near me and I'll kill you' zone so I pry Megan away from her and we both silently take our seats. Beth Romano is my other best friend post Nicole. She transferred to our school during sophomore year so she hasn't witnessed Fatty Tessie but what she has witnessed is Nicole's constant torment of me. She doesn't do well with bullies and that is an understatement. If I had a penny for each time I had to stop her from punching Nicole in the face I'd be able to buy the new iPhone. She's got that tough girl appearance going on with her fishnet tights and band t-shirts along with her trademark leather jacket. She told me that she'd dyed her mahogany hair black and liked the whole 'panda eye' look. To others she might come across a little scary but she's one hell of a friend. "So will you tell me why you were running away from me like you've just killed someone and why you're dressed like...that?" She turns her nose up at my appearance and I try to not be offended. I dressed like this for the better part of my life and nobody ever had a problem with it then. "You don't know?" Apparently this is the worst thing to say to someone who feeds off of gossip. A crazed look comes over her face as her eyes become frantic, "What? What don't I know?" "Cole Stone's coming back." I gulp and the shock that comes across her face lasts for only ten seconds as pity replaces it. She places her hand over mine and solemnly says, "I'm sorry." Even Megan knows that I'm counting my last days. "I don't get what the big deal is? Why is this Cole person so scary?" Beth asks as she takes a bite out of her cheese burger. Her face scrunches up in disgust as she spits it all out, two years in this place and she's not realized how bad the food is. We're sitting in the further most corner of the cafeteria and surprisingly I've made it to lunch alive. Megan cuts me off before I even open my mouth, "Cole is Tessa's stalker." She says with ease. Beth's eyes bulge out before I correct Megan, "He's not my stalker he's just someone specifically designed to torture me." I say in an eerily calm manner. "It cant be that bad," Beth shrugs and digs around her bag until she pulls out a half eaten pack of chips. "Oh it is if you think Nicole is bad wait till you meet Cole." Once again Megan has taken to speaking for me, hello it's my bully we're discussing here! "She's right notice the rhyming names!" I exclaim and both of them look at me like I'm from planet Cuckoo. What? The rhyming names thing totally matters. "Is he hot?" Beth asks smirking and I feel like I've been backstabbed. Why does it matter if he's hot? He's a monster! "Honey that boy puts Michelangelo's David to shame!" sighs Megan I hit her arm and she pouts, "It's true though that guy is hot." If only she were wrong. The last period arrives without me running into either of the twin horrors i.e Nicole or Cole but that is only because Nicole's been practicing all day with her dance team for a big competition at the end of the week. The perks of being on the only teams that brings any sort of silverware to ALHS is that the members get to skip classes with official consent. The last class is unfortunately PE and while I am comfortable with my body, the Fatty Tessie inside of me still struggles to put on gym shorts and a cap sleeved top whilst parading in front of judgemental teenage boys as they enjoy girls bouncing around while being attacked by basketballs. But I still had to do it because it's high school and PE is yet another torture you have to endure. So it's safe to suppose that Cole is not in school today and seeing as how I hadn't seen Nicole I realize that I'm having a pretty good day. Until... "Hey Tessie." I grit my teeth and plaster fake smile on my face turning on my heels in the locker room and coming face to face with the she-devil herself. "Nicole." I say acknowledging her presence. She stands there in her purple and yellow dance outift which consits of skimpy slitted skirt and an even skimpier vest top. Her dark hair is pulled into a high pony tail.and her skin is as usual the perfect caramel colour and her outfit accentuates the hazel in her eyes. My ex-best friend is a stunner and she knows it. Her Latin heritage makes her stick out amidst the pale skinned fair haired majority. How she manages to look so good despite spending the day in a sweaty gym baffles me. "I see you still aren't doing the hip exercises I told you about." Right mock me and my supposed huge butt. "They don't seem to have worked on you so I decided it would be a waste of my time." She sneers and closes the distance between us until a few inches of space separate us, obviously it was a move to intimidate me and it has surely worked. "What did you say?" "Uh-uh nothing I said nothing." I stutter like my pathetic self almost cowering in fear of her. "That's what I thought. Now move out of my way before I crush you like the pesky insect you are." She growls and literally shoves me out of her way. After she leaves I find myself standing on the same spot for about ten minutes struggling to stop myself from hyperventilating. I am not good with confrontations and God knows what propelled me to talk back to Queen Bitch. I do some of the breathing exercises I've seen on TV which prove to be pretty pointless. Still in shock mode I walk to my locker which is where I stash my clothes and phone after a prank pulled by Nicole and her gang of Satan worshippers. Let's just say it's no fun walking around school with only a thong hiding your private parts. After I secure my belongings I make my way back to the gym only to be interrupted for the third time that day. This time however my heart reacts in the totally opposite way of how it had reacted to seeing Nicole. My heart flutters, it flutters! "There you are Tessa I've been looking for you all day." Jay comes into view wearing his gym clothes and I lean back against my locker to stop myself from fainting at the sight of his smile. "You have?" I sighed dreamily as he nears me then mentally slap myself for sounding so silly. "You have?" I repeat with a deeper voice yet I sound like my dad when he choked on a bone last week. "Yeah I have. I've been meaning to talk to you since yesterday actually." I slip into La La land as he's obviously saying something important. I let my eyes rake over his body, his face his perfect blonde hair... "Tessa?" He waves a hand in front of my face making me crash land into reality. "Wh-what?" "I wanted to know if you were okay." "I'm fine," I reply knowing that a full blown smile's on my face this very second. Jay's so cute caring about me asking if I'm okay, talking to me even though his girlfriend is vehemently against it. "Really?" He seems surprised. I wonder why? "Yeah totally. I was a little feverish on Sunday but nothing some good old chicken soup cant help." I say like the idiot I am. "No-I wasn't-." He looks so cute when he's confused! "What?" "Look Tessa you know that Cole's coming back right?" Yes I do since I stalked you for hours on Saturday night. "What? No I did not know that!" I exclaim hoping that my non-existent acting skills come into play. He seems suspicious but doesn't say anything about it. "Oh well now you know. I just wanted to see if you're okay since your relationship with Cole..." "It's not a relationship Jay it's tyranny he's Bush and I'm like his mini Afghanistan."