The Bad Boy's Neighbor

Chapter 1: Little Spitfire

A/N: Hi! I know I know, I’m starting a new story when I haven’t even finished the other two. *hides* I can feel your scolding eyes. This is an idea I have had for the past couple of days and I’m finally going to put it into writing. WOO! So I hope you enjoy, this is going to most likely be a humor book, so I hope you get a laugh or two out of it. ENJOY!

 

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Lacey’s POV

“LACEY WAKE YOUR BOOTY UP! YOU CANNOT BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!” Yes, that is what I woke up to this morning; my mother yelling something about my booty to me. I rolledover and ignored her, going back to my precious sleep.  Hey, I value my 8 hours, or 9, possibly 10. Oops. I liked my sleep, it should be illegal to be up so early, I mean, if they’re going to force us to go to school, at least let it start at like 11, or never.

I peeled my eyelids open, looking up towards the ceiling. I turned my head and looked towards my alarm clock to see 7:15 displayed across it. Class started at 7:30. Oh damn. I jumped out of bed, immediately running to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, running a brush through my straight brown hair.

I ran back into my bedroom to see the clock say 7:25. “And, I’m late.” I muttered, not bothering to rush anymore. I pulled a pair of light wash skinny jeans out of the closet and threw them on my bed. I searched through the hangers, trying to find a top to wear. Finally, I settled for a plain white tee shirt. I tugged my clothes on, putting a little bit of makeup on. I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs, grabbing an apple on the way down.

“Bye mom!” I yelled, closing the door behind me and heading for my car.

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After making the short drive to school, I headed into the building. I already had all of my information, I had picked it up yesterday on my way home. I pulled out my schedule and attempted to find where my first class. “You’re a little late.” A deep voice stated from my right. I raised my brow and turned to the source of the voice. “Really? Thanks for that conclusion, Einstein.” I said sarcastically.

He just chuckled. “You’re a little spitfire, aren’t you?” He said, looking me over. “Sorry, my mother always told me to not talk to strangers.” I smirked, turning away from him. As annoying as he was, he was quite good looking, with his disheveled brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a grey v neck t-shirt. I’ll be honest, he was hot.

But, he was still annoying.

“This your first day?” He asked, coming over to stand next to me. I didn’t answer him, deep in thought trying to figure out which class I had right now.  This damn schedule was quite confusing. “You have Math with Mr. Maverick.” He answered, pointing to the class. “They make these schedules so damn confusing.” I stated. He chuckled. “So what’s your name?” He asked me, as we started walking into the building. “Martha.” I stated simply. “Okay, so what’s your real name?” He asked me, smirking.

I sighed. “You’re not gonna leave me alone until I tell you, are you?” I asked, raising a brow. “Nope.” He smiled, showing off his dimples. Oh, I was a sucker for a boy with dimples. “I’m probably not going to leave you alone anyway though.” I sighed, exasperated. “Why not?” I asked. He threw his arm around my shoulder. “Because, I like annoying you.” He answered simply.

“You don’t even know me.” I replied, brushing his arm off my shoulder. “But I still like annoying you.” He grinned. I sighed. “My name is Lacey, Lacey Smith.” I said, before pushing open the door to the math classroom. “Hi, are you Mr., uh, Maverick?” I said, peeking at my schedule. “Yes, and you are?” He looked at me over his glasses, his eyebrows raised.

How pleasant.

“Lacey Smith, new student.” I said. “And why are you late? Why are both of you late?” He asked, his eye twitching slightly. Ew. “Both of us, uh no, you might be seeing double old guy, you should probably get that checked by a doctor.” I said, raising my brow. A chuckled erupted through the kids sitting at the desks.

He grunted. “I am not seeing double. Cole, why are you late?” I turned around to find the guy from earlier standing behind me. “I was talking to this lady here.” He replied smoothly. I heard a dreamy sigh come out of the girls’ mouths as they stared at Cole. I raised my eyebrow, were they some lovesick girls, I don’t understand.

“I’m late because of him.” I stated, pointing towards Cole. “Very well, I expect you both to be on time from now on. Please take your seats.” He said, turning back towards the board and continuing writing some complicated formulas. I took a seat next to a girl with red hair and brown eyes. I sat down with a grunt. “Hi, I’m Lacey.” I said to her.

She smiled. “I’m Ella. Do you realize that you walked in with Cole Harris, school bad boy?” She asked me. I started laughing. “That’s your school ‘bad boy’?” I said, adding quotes around ‘bad boy’. “That is one sad-arse bad boy.” I said, still chuckling slightly. “All of the girls are in love with him, always trying to slip him their number and all of the boys practically want to be him.” She answered, glancing over at Cole where he was talking and laughing with his friends.

“You seriously need a new bad boy.” I said. “Hi, I’m Marcus.” Some guy said from behind me. “Hi.” I said simply. “Uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out with me ton-“ I cut him off. “Listen, you look like a really nice guy but I just got here and I kinda want to take a look around before I go committing to anything. Thank you though.” I said, turning back around to Ella, rolling my eyes.

She chuckled. “Not your type?” she asked, raising her brow. “Nah, not my type.” I said, shaking my head.

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I had a couple more classes, some with Ella, and some with Cole. I kind of ignored him when he talked to me though. Now it was lunch, and I was currently trying to elbow my way through the lunchroom. I found Ella sitting at a table, picking at something suspicious looking that was sitting on a paper plate. “What the hell is that?” I said, gesturing to the plate. “I’m not exactly sure. I’ve been spending the past 5 minutes trying to figure it out.” She said before pushing the plate away from her.

I chuckled and sat down. Opening my Dr. Pepper and taking a big gulp from it. I unwrapped my Subway sandwich and began eating it. Oh and another thing, I really like food too. Ella and I were talking about something unimportant when Cole and his friends sat down at our table. “Can we help you?” I asked, glancing at them.

“Sure, can I have a piece of that sandwich?” Cole asked, reaching for my sandwich. “No!” I cried, picking it up and hugging it to my chest. “You may not!” I said, sassily. A couple of the boys chuckled. “I like her.” One of them said, smirking. I grinned, taking another bite out of my sandwich.

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