Saved By The BadBoy

1. The Beginning

"Hannah! are you coming, like ever?" yelled Nate from downstairs.

"how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Hannah?! I'm Lexi now, and I need a few minutes to get ready." my hair was soaking wet from the hot shower I just took to try to relax.
I plugged in my straightener while brushing my wet frizzy tangled red hair, waiting for it to heat up. once it was hot enough, I picked it up and started straightening my recently dyed and damaged hair. it's supposed to be permanent hair dye, so I really hope that I won't have to go to the hair salon every two weeks to re dye it.

Once my hair was done, I went looking for my makeup bag. it's impossible to find anything in here, with this much space in a room. if you were to see my room for the first time, you would think it was an apartment. it has its own little kitchen, a bathroom, a walk-in closet, and all the essential furniture that a bedroom has.

Throwing my clothes that were on my chair (we all have 'the chair', where we have a ton of clothes on it because we were too lazy to fold them or hang them in our closet) on the floor hoping to find my huge makeup bag, I heard a yelling from downstairs. again.

"will you hurry up?!" Nate's voice echoed. his voice was really loud, and deep.

after an unending makeup bag hunt in my room, I squealed of joy when I found it under my king sized bed. a lot of stuff are on the floor, but all I could do was think 'I'll clean it someday, somehow.'

After applying all the makeup I needed to hide my blemishes and to make my eyes pop, (makeup look in chapter picture) I entered my big walk-in closet to look for the perfect outfit and shoes.

I finally picked everything out ; a sexy black short dress that stops two inches up my knees, transparent black tights and some nice open toed black high heels. this is how I usually used to dress for school in London.

while going down the stairs, I saw Nate standing in front of the staircase, with a really annoyed expression on his face. raising my eyebrows, I asked
"why do you have your bitch face on?"

"why are you dressed like this? you know that it's not appropriate for your new school. plus, there's a dress code." he looked me in the eyes.
"go upstairs and change, I'm late for work and you're late for school, so hurry up." I rolled my eyes and climbed the stairs again.
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"so, it's your first day of school here, are you excited?"

"why do you always feel the need to ask questions that moms usually ask?" he chuckled at my question, knowing that I didn't want to answer his.
"so, are you excited for work?" I asked with a grin.

"honestly, I don't know. I just hope that everything goes well, and that we won't have to move again." his face became a little red from anger, as his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. I noticed his jaw tightening as well, which was his habit whenever he got really mad.

"you know that I didn't mean to make us move like this, right?" I asked, feeling my voice cracking.

silence filled the air, which caused my mascara to go down. I had to take out some makeup remover wipes out of my black backpack that I got from topshop, to wipe off the mascara off my cheeks.
once I was sure that I looked okay, I closed my little mirror and looked out the window. we arrived in front of the high school that I was about to start over everything in. my high school experience is already ruined enough, so I need to focus on studying hard and having a good year before I graduate.
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I'm really excited to continue writing this story! this chapter is kind of boring, but oh well. the exciting things are going to begin soon, though! hope you enjoyed(:

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