Hashtag: Be My Bad Boy

Prologue

Prologue: First encounter

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"It's been a really, really messed up week... Seven days of torture... Seven days of bitter... " I sang to myself the lyrics of Hot Chelle Rae's "Tonight Tonight" with my alarm as I woke up. But the truth is, my week has been really messed up. Come to think about my teachers who endlessly gives assignments and projects plus the fact the society is a freakin' shit on me. You could see it's way too heck of a problem.

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I came down the stairs to eat my breakfast. I woke up 6 o'clock in the morning but decided to be down here at 7 am. It's a Saturday so no sweat dude, no sweat.

"Good morning darling." Mom greeted me cheerfully.

"Hey mom." I smiled. "How was your week?" She asked.

"Well the usual outcast thing going on and finally our teachers expressed their deep sense of gratitude to us, projects." I let a blow of air out of my lungs. I am normally one of those persons who goes well in regards to studies. But at times, I feel tired making those things up. Just being human, you know. I had straight A's since Grade school but this time I think I want to function another letter from the Alphabet. Lol. Talk about being lazy.

"Hahaha. Honey it's normal for a student to have projects. Where's the thrill and challenge to it without those?" she expressed as she moves around the kitchen counter for our breakfast.

"Well whatever," I rolled my eyes, "what's for breakfast mom?"

"It's the usual. Eggs, toasted bread with butter but I baked apple pies today." She said while enumerating with her fingers, then smiled.

"That's quite comforting." I mumbled. "New from the menu. Gonna have some of that, please." I smiled at her while she served our breakfast.

In case you ask, my dad left us while I was still 6 years old. Not as in left us with no care at all but once in a while, he visits me or treats me out. He's also the one who supports my education. So basically, he is still an active part of our lives, mine and mom's. Maybe they got pretty bored out of each other so I think that's why they separated. But I don't really know the whole real reason tho. I don't even care about it since they're never getting back together and that's the truth. Dad has another family, you know. It doesn't hurt. At least I still could hang on to both of them and as long as I know they're always there for me.

After breakfast, I waved a quick goodbye to mom saying I'd be going to the library for the books I'm going to need for my projects. I hurriedly looked for the books I needed since I've gotten inside the libraby. I grabbed few books, novel shall I say, along with the project books. I decided to stay a bit while longer since the library is a very fit place to read and comprehend. I got in hand a Geometry book and a book for Chemistry. So to inform you, I'm still in junior year. Well it sucks but last sem it is, I'm gonna be a senior soon.

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I have lost track of time and it's been almost two hours that I've been here in the library. I decided to return the Geometry and Chemistry book since I've taken down notes already. On my way to the shelf where these books belongs to, I suddenly bumped to a person who is reading a book by the passage way. In unison we said, "Shit. Sorry.", as he picked my book and his. When I glanced at his direction, I was shell shocked to see Mason Christofori in front on me. Talk about sudden death.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hello." I responded to him. He's so gorgeous with those deep blue eyes.

"I kinda of... remember you. You're from Westlake High, right?" He asked.

"Yeah I am. And we're in the same Chemistry class." I answered trying to stop the urge of screaming to the world that I already talked to him. Calm yourself Arianne.

"Oh that's why, I see now. So... is that a Chem book?" He chimed in.

"Yeah. Actually I am about to return this but then we bumped so I need to keep go-" He cut me off.

"Uhm, before you return that... Oh my God I never thought 'm going to say this... could you teach me or humor me at least about our project on Chemistry?" Did he just say that?!

"Uhmmm... I... Sure thing!" I cheered up.

"Okay... that's great and actually, I'm gonna treat you out for this." He answered back.

"No, really. No need to treat me out just listen but I'll ring my mom first letting her know I'll not be staying for lunch."

"Okay. Sure thing." It was around 11 A.M. when we started the tutoring. I was glad he catches up easily and he's not being a badass today.

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"So did you get that?" I asked Mason.

"Yeah you pretty much explained it well and I'm glad I wont lose track of the grades in my report card. Thanks to you!" He smiled at me.

"You're welcome. So.... since it's already 2 PM," I said glancing on my watch, " I need to return these books and keep going. Bye." I waved goodbye to him. I was about to leave him when he suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "No you're not leaving unless you come with me for late lunch... or rather snacks."

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"So why is it I barely noticed you at school?" Mason asked.

Yeah. Actually I'm here at the Granny's Best Resto with Mason having 'late lunch or snacks' as he quoted it. He practically just, okay JUST, blabbered my ears off way here just to make me say yes to have this moment with him or I guess I'm just imagining this thing off. Lol.

"Well basically, I stay in the shadows so persons like you, who are in total dipshits, badasses, bitches, badboys or whatever you call them, I can't encounter. I don't want to be caught up in the middle of stupid catfights or bullying." I explained.

"Did you just call me one of the dipshits, Badasses, badboys or whatevers?!" He exclaimed.

"Well yeah. I did. Isn't it true?" I proudly stood up for my point.

"I guess so. But I'm more of atotal dipshit and badass when I'm around my friends and guess what?" He asked.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I kinda have a nerdy thing going on me too, you know." I laughed at his motion of emphasizing the word 'nerdy' with his hands.

"It's really funny to think that you are not good at lying." I answered.

"Do you think I'm lying... uhmmm... what's your name again?" He asked.

Oh God. Why did I fall for this gorgeous Badass? He doesn't even know my name!

"Arianne Schilluine. Ria for short." I extended out a hand.

"Mason Christofori. Mace for short." He grabbed my hand and shook it.

News Flash: Got a hand shake from my ultimate crush!

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A/N.: So... hey everyone! Pretty new down here and I'm guessing u should try a little tenderness on me. Lol. This is actually my first story here on wattpad but not on the actual thing. I've been writing stories since before but it's just now I came up to the decision of making one for wattpad. To much of a blabber... Hahaha! So what do you think of the first Chappy of "Hashtag: Be My Bad Boy"? I know it's freakin' short but it's sort of a sneak peek of what's to come on the story. I hope you all like it!

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