Living On The Edge of You [COMPLETED]

(1) New girl and The Bad Boy

Tattoos line his arms and curl up his neck. I'm not supposed to be attracted to people like him, I'm not supposed to be intrigued when he stares me down, I'm not supposed to look at him and know there's more behind his bad boy look.

I'm supposed to get good grades, stay a virgin until marriage, bring home a boy who is clean and well mannered. I'm supposed to keep every hair on my head in place, wear appropriate clothes, and speak correctly.

I've never had a problem with being the good girl, making her parents proud, until DeLuca... he changed me and I'm not sure if it is for better or worse.
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I wake up to the constant beeping of my alarm and I slam my hand over it. I've been utterly sick thinking about today, being the new girl. Everyone hates the new girl, I don't know why but they just do. She's either too pretty or too good, too bad or too ugly. Leaving me here wondering, where could I possibly fit in that list?

I'm on a mission this year, to live. To experience things I never imagined I would, to find someone to bring home my parents would love but I love too, and to most of all become something in the middle. Not the good girl and definitely not the bad girl either.

I throw my blankets off of my body and let the cold air engulf me, slowly waking me up. I slide open my closet doors and walk inside.

Remember something in between Mila. Nothing to cutesie and nothing too rugged...

I finally decide on a yellow sweatshirt that makes my skin glow more than it already does, distressed blue jeans that hug my curves and a pair of white high top vans.

I woke up extra early today so that'd I'd have time to straighten my medium length deep brown hair.

After applying some light makeup, I pop in my new earrings courtesy of my best friend Tess, who pierced them for me. Not only did I have my doubles but triples and a loop in my cartilage.

My parents almost killed me when they saw my new additions but it blew over quick when I promised no more were in my future. But I couldn't stay looking clean cut and perfect either so hence the piercings.

I eventually walked down the steps in the kitchen in front of my mom who was cooking, "Hey hon, you ready for today?" She asked grabbing two pieces of toast from the toaster and placing them on a plate for me.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I just don't want to be seen as the new girl... I've never felt the feeling but my dreams last night make me feel otherwise." I say laughing uncomfortably.

Last night I woke in a pool of sweat and had to take a shower to calm down, I could literally feel everyone's burning gazes on me and I wasn't one for attention at all.

"Good, now eat up, the car keys are hanging by the garage." She said kissing my cheek before heading down the hall back to bed.

This is what it's like to be the "good girl", you have your parents trust and they don't even have a reason to question you.

I nibble on my toast and gulp down my orange juice before grabbing my back pack and racing out the door, hopping into my Jeep that I got for my birthday.

The drive to school was short lived, though I honestly wished it was longer... driving around gave me a sense of calmness.

But I literally dragged myself from my car and walked into the front doors as confidentially as I possibly could, deep breathes Mila.

It didn't matter though, I could already feel people's hot and intense glares me.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse by body slammed into something hard.

Being 5'11" not many people were taller than me, but as I arched my neck up my eyes connected with fierce brown ones.

"Shit I am so sorry..." I say quietly.

"You should be." He retorts back at me with a small smirk.

I may be new and I may be sweet, but everyone who knows me, knows I'm not a push over.

"Excuse me? I said I was sorry... a simple it's okay would suffice. I don't need your attitude adding to my list of things I already hate about this school." I seethed as my anger boiled.

Everyone around us was quiet, not moving an inch as we stood and glared at each other.

"I don't know who you are but..." He isn't able to finish before I cut him off. "I'm Mila Wilder and you are?" I ask sarcastically.

"Someone you don't want to fuck with." He says smoothly into my ear, letting his fingers graze the sensitive skin beneath my it.

His closeness brings me to a loss of words, his tall and broad, muscular body towering over me, his brown messy mop of curls shining in the light of the hallway, and his fierce light brown eyes slightly squinted at me.

"It isn't like I woke up this morning hoping and praying I'd run into your arrogant ass." I said stepping around him and continuing my walk to the front office as I try to regain my normal breathing and plant my cool hands on my cheeks to rid them of the heat he brought to them.

DeLuca's POV
She's different, so different.

She doesn't look like the cookie cutter image I'm used to.

I didn't expect such a crude word to escape her plump, sweet lips.

Her innocent eyes gave her up to me, I know what sweetness doesn't taste like, I don't have a lot of it my life. I can't help but the smirk that I know appears, her feistiness surprises me.

All I can keep thinking is she's different from anything I've ever seen, her skin a deep tan, her eyes a faint brown, and her deep brown hair that continues beyond her shoulders. She stands tall, not slouching ashamed of her height, the way her slight curves make her waist look small... does something to me.

Though I can't help the way I react to conflict, I wasn't going to add my last line.

It just slipped out.

I regretted it the minute it came out, though, I have to keep up who I am and one girl isn't going to change that.

Hell, if I'm being honest though, one girl almost did. I even contemplated apologizing after when she scooted herself around me towards the office. 

But why? I don't fucking know but I'm going to figure it out.

Mila's POV

I continued walking away, feeling some of my anxiety slipping away.

His silhouette burned into my mind and his mysterious aura leaving me confused.

"Good morning, I'm Mila Wilder, I'm new." I said looking at the women at the front desk.

"Hi there sweetie! I'm Mrs. Jones, this is your schedule, planner, and locker combination. Leigh should be here any minute to show you to your classes." She says as I let out a much needed sigh of tension as I sit down in a seat and wait.

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These chapters have been roughly edited & still have some mistakes, so point them out politely and I will fix them!

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LH <3