Falling For The Bad Boy

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Chapter 31

Jacobs POV

"Ugghh!" I moan, throwing my school stuff off my bed.

My whole bed was covered with papers, and textbooks, and more stuff like that because I was studying and doing homework. Yes...I KNOW!

bad boys don't study..

Well, some do. I am one of them. Yeah, I study. Let's take a moment to have a little funeral for your thought that I was a total idiot, who knew nothing, except how to get into trouble. Yes, I am very good at that, but I am CAPABLE of much more.

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ok that moment is over. Now you can know that I am an A and B student. I am not the best at Math and Social Studies. I am AMAZING at English, and literature. Maybe I will write a book someday. It will be a cool book too. Like, one of those books where the main character is a hero, and finds love...but yet, they also run into some Crazy!! trouble.

I just want something special to come out of me. No, I'm not an oblivion syco. I just want to have something special to come out of me. I don't want to...waste?...Yeah, waste my life. I will be proud of whatever I do.

"Whos home?" I hear my father yell, tracing me out of my thoughts.

I keep quiet, and run into my closet. My closet has a solid, wooden door. So, I can't see through in any way. I crawl back behind my hung up clothes. I'm actually scared of him. I can handle myself, but I'd rather have a peaceful night.

"Lexi, sweetie?" He asks.

"Jacob?!" He asks, getting closer.

I stay silent, biting the inside of my cheeks, so I don't exhale too loudly. I'm breathing through m nose....but mostly holding my breath.

"PEEKABOO!" He screams, coming in the closet.

I stay still. Completely. I don't breath, I don't think, I don't move. I stay right there, and hope that he doesn't find me. As long as I stay here, I will hopefully be ok. I'll be fine! I'm going to fight back this time!

"GOTCHA!" He screams, with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey dad." I say, casually walking past him.

"STOP!" He yells, backhand slapping me across the face.

I turn my head the direction he slapped me. I stand there, and put my hand up to my face. It is throbbing. It is hot. It is all his fault! He is a terrible father, and he doesn't deserve to be part of this family.