Bad Girls Have A Heart Too.

Bubblegum fairy

Hey guys! So, I'm just going to quickly introduce myself before I start my first book here on Wattpad.
For safety reasons I'm not going to state my real name, but my nick name. My nick name is Nicki *excitedly waves*, my favourite colour is red, I have naturally curly brown ish hair and I love music.
Hope you enjoy reading!
(Picture of Hailey Newton at the top)

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Hailey's POV

I. Hate. School. Those were the three words I said every morning while I was getting read for hell. I know, it's kind of weird and unusual, but I'm not exactly your typical girl.

I'm considered the "Bad girl" at my school. Why, you may ask? Well, when my crazy ass got into High School my freshmen year, I

1] Brushed past Claire Valore or as I like to call her Queen Bitchacho.

2] Smoked in the middle of the hallway in front of this rude devils spawn for a teacher, Mrs Galifinakis
And

3] Told Mrs. Galifinakis off for giving me detention.

I know I know, I'm and angel aren't I ?

Anyway, today is my first day of my Senior year. YAAAY. Not.

Personally, I don't see why people obsess over their senior year. It's just an extra year working your ass off in this shitty school. I would much prefer to just skip this shit and work on getting a job. Besides, the majority of the subjects in school are kind of pointless. Teach me important life shit like taxes and shit. That I would use.

**BEEP BEEP**

Startled, I quickly looked for the source that was making that noise. It took me a minute until I realized the sound was coming from my phone on the dresser. I picked it up to see that it was my usual reminder that I had 10 minutes to get to school. You'd be surprised how much that reminder actually saved me from having a months worth of detention.

Sighing, I put my phone in the back pocket of my light washed ripped jeans and grabbed my backpack, rushing out the door. I jumped into my red Audi r8 and speed off to school. On the way, I listened to Basket Case by green day.

Once I reached school, I parked my car in my usual parking space near the front. After grabbing my back pack and popping my favourite 5 gum into my mouth, I started walking up the front steps to hell.

Mhhhhmmmm gum. See, most people think I'm addicted to smoking or drinking or some shît. I know I'm addicted to gum. Think of me like a bubble gum fairy. Without gum, I am lost. It's my addiction.

As I was walking, I got my usual stares from people. Some were staring at me with hatred or disgust; others with envy. I just brushed off their looks, winking at some of the people who were looking at me like they want to rip my head off.

Once I reached my locker, I swiftly entered in my combination, opening my locker. Just as I had gathered books and shit for my next class, someone came up behind me, tapping my on my shoulder.

At first, I ignored it, giving who ever it was a chance to run for their life. When the person tapped me again, I grabbed their wrist, twisting it as I pushed them face first into the locker beside mine.

I took one look at the person and saw that it was Kyle, some nerd that I saw around school. I have no idea why the fuck he bothered me, but because he was a junior, I thought he would have known not to by now. Maybe I should remind him who the fuck I am again, I thought, smirking slightly as I did.

I turned him around, trying to keep my face void of all emotion as I stared at his frightened face.

"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle." I said taking a step towards him. He didn't say anything, just stared at me.

"How about, you tell me why the fuck you decided to bother me." I practically snarled at him.

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, before dashing away as fast as his legs could take him.

*riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg*

I shook my head, walking to my first class. English. See, I actually like English, except for the teacher. Guess who I have for English? Come on, guess. If you guessed Mrs. Galifinakis then Yaaayyy you were right. *note my sarcastic Yaaayyy*

I somehow managed to get to class 3 minutes after the late bell, opening the door halfway through something Mrs. Galifinakis was saying. She paused, turning around with the rest of the class to look at me- or should I say glare.

"Mrs Newton, how many times do I have to tell you. Class starts at 8:30, no later." She said, her glare intensifying as I rolled my eyes.

"Mrs Fuckface, how many times do I have to tell you to stop stealing the donuts from the teachers lounge... it shows." I said, smirking towards the end of my little come back.

The class tried to stifle laughs as her face started to turn a deep red. I simply raised my eyebrow at her, challenging her to say more. I already knew that she was going to send me to detention after class. So not wanting to stay here any longer, I headed straight down the hall to the detention room.

I had just opened the door, about to ask the teacher on duty if he missed me when I stopped. Sitting 3 rows from the back was someone I never expected to be here.

Well this should be interesting.

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