I Hate The Bad Boy {COMPLETED}

1) "Jheez it isn't like he's Luke Hemmings nor Channing Tatum."

Chapter: 1
"Jheez it isn't like he's
Luke Hemmings nor
Channing Tatum."

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BEEP BEEP.
BEEP BEEP.

I turn around quickly and turn off my alarm then turn back around covering my shoulders drifting off to sleep again.

But I can't go back to my peaceful sleep when there is banging on my door.

"Get up or you will be late" My mother says through the other side.

"Okay" I reply still not making a move to get up.

"Open the door so I can know you're up" Mom demands.

Ugh. I hate mornings.

Slowly I get up from my bed moving the sheets to the side and walk towards the door unlocking it. Mom stands in front of me with a smile on her face, "get dressed honey, you leave in about fifteen minutes" she tells me before walking to my brothers room and banging on his door.

I close my door and head strait for my bathroom to take a nice hot shower.

After my nice hot shower I get out wrapping a towl around my body and my hair so that away I can brush my teeth. Once I'm done I walk to my closet to get dressed. I change into some black ripped skinny ankle jeans, my olive green camo print crop hooded top. With my black adidas superstar. I had to choose between these or my black Vans but I could wear those tomorrow. Honestly I wear clothes that I think look stylish and good on me, which some girls do right? But I don't care what people say about my style or what they say about me. They're just words and thoughts.

I quickly dry my long chestnut colored hair before combing it out to leave it down. Once its dry it will just be strait anyways.

I get my bag and phone heading downstairs. When I walk into the kitchen I'm hit by a delightful smell of food. It doesn't smell like morning food though, more like afternoon food.

Mom turns around from the stove, "I made-"

"Pasta" I finished for her with a huge smile on my face. Literally Mom makes the greatest pasta I have ever eaten. "Thank you, will there be more for later after school?" I ask.

"Of course" she serves me a plate just as Dad walks in followed by my annoying brother, Alec. He is a little bit older than me by three months and that is it but it bothers me because he rubs it in my face that I'm his 'little' sister then treats me like I'm six.

"Good morning" Dad says to Mom and I as he takes a seat at the far end of the median marble sized rectangular table. Alec sits opposite of me and kicks my leg.

"Good morning" he says to Mom, "good morning witch" he mumbles to me.

"Good morning Grinch" I reply before we both start laughing.

Alec and I have a love, hate brother and sister relationship. Sometimes we can really hate each other and physically fight or yell at each other. Other times which happens more often, we say stupid words to each other and then laugh about it. Or hang out together playing on the Xbox or outside just laughing.

"Both of you need to eat and get on to school" Mom says coming to sit at the other end opposite of Dad.

We eat in silents and I'm the first one done. Obviously because I was served first. After I wash my plate and drying my hands I grab my bag pack, phone, and keys.
"Bye Mom, Dad. I'm leaving."