The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

It was August. I was exhilarated this time of year. The leaves falling, the cool weather, and school. I set my alarm for 4:30am and was ready to get up for the first day of high school. I was scared going in as a freshman but I was also really happy. I had already gotten all of my school supplies in my new bookbag and my clothes laid out for the morning. I was so excited to see all of my friends that I had not been able to see this summer as well as the ones that I just wanted to spend time with every second of every day. I got completely ready and jumped on the bus. I looked around until I saw someone I knew. I got about halfway through the bus and saw Jax. I sat down next to him and smiled. The time whirled by as me and Jax caught up from the summer figuring out what had gone on in each others lives.

Before I knew it we were pulling up to my high school. There I walked into the school making my way down the hallway to the gym where I was to meet my best friend Taylor. It had only been 4 days since we had seen each other but we always acted like it had been years. I ran up to her (okay, let's be real. I walked fast like) and gave her the biggest bear hug ever. We were talking about the very brief time that we had already been at school, and that is when I saw him. He wore ripped black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket that brought out every muscular feature he had. He walked the halls like he owned them. He had a group of friends that was following him like lost puppies. You could immediately tell that he was the leader of whatever group he was a part of. As they walked, girls dropped their jaws and people rushed to get out of their way. I was evidently staring too hard because he walked up to me

"Hey Mary," He said with a sly look on his face. My name was not Mary, it was Anastasia. But in my school the name 'Mary' means that you are a goodie two shoes. It means something to the thought of Mary the virgin. His name was Damon. I had heard about him from my upperclassmen friends. There were all kinds of rumors and talk about what he does. They told me that he was the bad kid. He was the guy who smoked weed and supposedly drank and dealt drugs. But I was curious.

I was in my first period and I could not stop thinking about out of all people he came to me and talked to me. Even if he was making fun of me being such a good kid, he talked to me. I hate to admit it but I keep thinking about him. His name and face in perfect detail keeps popping up in my head over and over again making me wonder what it would be like to be with someone like him. But the thing is, I was brought up not to do any of the things that he does. I was told that anyone who does those things is wrong and should be punished. I have always been a good kid but I found pleasure in bad boys. And Damon was indeed a literary bad boy.

Later that day I was walking to my fourth period getting bumped into constantly, and I noticed that Damon was walking in front of me into my next class. I did not realized that I had done it but I had gasped. He looked behind me wondering who it was and gave me a smirk. I felt my stomach drop as he looked away making me feel like he wanted me in ways that I had never thought of until now. He sat down and I rushed to get the seat next to him. I quickly sat down trying not to look at him, but I still felt his eyes glaring at me.

As it came the end of fourth period, I saw Damon inching towards me trying to stand beside me while we were going out the door.

"Hey, wanna hang out after school Mary?" Damon asked with a sly smirk on his face. I did not want to say no. And like I said, I was intrigued.

"Yeah sure, I guess. Where do you want to go?" I nervously responded.

"How about your place? It'll be fun. Here is my number text me your address" Damon said. I could not stop smiling but at the same time I was terrified. I was so intrigued and I wanted to know what he wanted to do. As soon as he walked off I texted him my address and put a heart emoji to go long with it. This made me nervous waiting for a response. I heard a ding about 2 minutes later. He had replied with 'Sounds good. I'll see you there'.