Bad Boy Returns

Chapter One

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"This is everything for today, class. You may leave," says Professor White as he dismisses us.

College life is more exhausting than I have pictured; it is nothing close to high school. Though I am 20 years old, I find it more difficult to get my duties done and to socialize at the same time. Sometimes I even have to stay at the library for late hours to finish those endless projects. I've never been busier. I've made quite a lot of friends here by the beginning of the year. We're already approaching the semester, and I find myself best friends with Sebastian, a black haired guy with dark, green eyes, and Theresa, a red haired chick with lots of lame jokes to tell. They have been the closest to me ever since I moved back to London. Yeah, I figured out I'd attend both 12th grade and college here.

"Mandy!" I hear someone call, as I make my way to the college gates, "meet us at the library at 7 p.m." Sebastian says, as he waves me goodbye.
"Will do," I wave back.

My mother got a job at a patisserie her neighbour recommended. They accepted her right away after tasting one of her famous cakes. I try to help her in the weekends as well. I still don't have my own house; I figured out I would get a car first, so I'm staying in the dorms close to campus.

I make my way to my room and close the door behind me. My room consists of one large bed, a dresser, a small desk and chair, perfect to use my laptop and do my homework, a medium-sized closet, a telephone, and a TV. It is white in colour, but it is covered with some posters I got. I have another room for the kitchen. Speaking of it, I'm actually famish.

I open the fridge and get out the tomatoes, carrots, and meat.
"Shit!" I mutter, "I didn't buy the lasagna box yet."
I've been so busy lately that I totally forgot to go grocery shopping, and if I skip this time who knows when I'll go again. Well, do I have another choice?

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I park my bicycle in front of the shop and get inside.
"Good morning," I say, going to the back to find the lasagna box.
I come back again holding it, along with some yogurt, milk, juice, and Nutella.
"Thank you," I pay him, grabbing the sacs and hanging them on the bicycle.
I was so fed in my thoughts of college and buying a house and car, that I didn't notice I was actually speeding up.
"It's okay," I think, "it's a narrow road for a car anyways."
I really should look for cars as soon as possible. I have so many places to go and riding a bicycle is definitely not the-
"Watch out!" I hear someone yell, but it's already too late. I am struck by a big black horse and next thing I know I'm landing on my back a few inches away from my bicycle.
"What is wrong with you?" Is the first thing I could come up with, as I try to get up.
"You were the one daydreaming," the same, male voice says. I look up at him and notice him checking up for damages on his horse, "are you OK, Silver?"
"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks for asking," I roll up my eyes, dusting my shirt and readying myself to leave. I check up on my bicycle. One wheel is buckled. Great!
"Where are you going?" He asks me as I walk my bicycle away.
"Away from you and Silver, so I won't bump into you again while daydreaming."
"It's okay," the beautiful accented boy says, "she's not hurt."
I look up at him to see a familiar face. He had dark brown hair, a bit of blond showing. His arms are covered in tattoos. He resembled someone, but who?
"Let me walk you home," he suggests. I refuse, but he insists, so we walk together the narrow road.
"Are you new?" He asks me after a long, silent time.
"I was born here actually."
"Oh."
"We're here. Thanks for accompanying me."
"You're welcome, little girl," he smiles, but I cringe.
Little girl.
"Please let me fix your bicycle."
"No."
"I'm not taking no for an answer."
"But-"
"I'll take it with me and fix it."
I agree, though I don't even know the familiar stranger yet.
"What's your name?" He speaks my thoughts.
"Amanda, Amanda Brown."
"I've heard that name before," he scratches his head.
"Who are you?" I finally blurt out.
"I'm a bad boy," he smirks.
Where have I heard this before?