You Can Be My Bad Boy: Cursed

Ch. 2 - Bad Boy People Problems

~Jason~

Holt-Rayes High School sucked. It was overrun by these "quirky" girls that wore glasses and had messy hair and didn't care about how they looked and were smart and had plans and looked at me and my friends down their noses and thought all other girls were less and were just so annoying. The most annoying part? They all hated me till a chance encounter has them defending me to their friends and expecting me to open up about my "tortured past" which, in all honesty, is largely "tortured" because these "good girls" won't leave me the fuck alone. It was lunch and I was sitting with all my best friends at our personal table. Half the girls in the room were shooting me glares because I'm "a self-centered, egotistical, womanizing, jerk" and the other half are just staring because I'm hot. Who could blame them, though? I was ripped with broad, tanned shoulders. I was around six feet tall and had soft, wavy, black hair that slightly fell into my hazel eyes. I wore skinny jeans, black or white shirts that were almost too tight, and a black leather jacket.

My friends were good looking, too (birds of a feather and all that). Leo was right in front of me. He always  had an impish grin plastered to his face which added to his charm. He's really charismatic and has curly brown hair that needs a cut and dark eyes. He's a little smaller, but not weak. He was the "mischievous" one of the group and it only works because he's also really smart. He was sitting next to Raph. Raph was a big and intimidating dude. He didn't play any sports with the school since eighth grade, but he was very well known as the best athlete at Holt-Rayes. He still watched all the games, though. He had a permanent scowl and a small afro that didn't come to half an inch above his head. Beside him was Sam. He was the good one here. He looked like your typical All-American high school football player. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and s football jacket. I was watching Leo try to throw his grapes into Raph's cup without Raph noticing when Tessie Ripley walked over to our table.

I didn't look at her, "Hi-ya, Tessie."

She rolled her eyes, "Listen, Tyler. I know we're at odds or whatever, but my ex is going to this party this weekend and I need you to help me make him jealous."

I looked at Sam, who nodded, before I turned to the girl beside me, "Where's this party at?"

She broke into a huge grin, "I'll text you the address later."

And then she left.

Sam looked at me with wide eyes, "You're actually doing it this time?"

I smirked at him, "No, dude. I just wanted to go to a party this weekend. Fuck Tessa, you know?"

Leo watched her walk away, "I'd sure like to."

Raph kicked him from under the table.

Sam ignored the commotion and turned his attention to me, "Listen, Jace, I know you don't want to give any of these girls a chance, but they're all good girls and I think you should just pick one eventually and settle down."

I leaned forward, "That's exactly the problem. They're 'good girls' and I'm the 'bad boy'. It's not real. They're like moths to a flame and I don't want anyone getting burned. So once I'm in college and all this blows over I'll pick one, but till then, I refuse."

Sam shook his head and leaned back in his seat.

For those who couldn't pick up on it, I'm cursed. Every so often a sweet and well meaning girl stumbles - despite her best efforts - into my life. Very quickly the poor thing falls in love with me and does her damnedest to "set me straight". Which is annoying as hell. Also, I eventually end up breaking their hearts and ruining them no matter what I do, which kinda sucks. All my friends know about this whole curse thing and we've read . . . too many bad boy books. After maybe the second book, and personal experience, we all realized that if I ever did fall for one of these girls than Sam would, too. To try and prevent the awful end where Sam and I hate each other we decided that if either of us wants to ask out a girl that we'll talk to each other first. Which is gross.