A Different Kind of Bad (EDITING)

Chapter 1

"Travis, can you hurry the fuck up and drive faster? Gosh you're the slowest fucking person I know." 

I'm late. Again. 

"I'm going as fast as I fucking can, Jas! Quit yelling! I'd respect it if you can be the patient cousin instead of the bitchy one." He retorted. 

"We ALL know that's not gonna happen. You know me. A reckless little bitch." I spat.

Travis chucked as he drove with one hand draped over the steering wheel. "Oh yeah, you're the reigning bitch of NHS. The "I don't give a fuck about anything or anyone so get out of my fucking way" one. Ooh no no no, or the "ticking time bomb" as you might say." His words were laced with sarcasm and humor.

"Oh you know me so well. And I'm glad you say that I'm the reigning bitch. That's a HUGE compliment coming from the one and only Travis Whitmore! Star quarterback and number one high school hottie!" I leaned over in a joking matter putting my hands on his arm with amusement gleaming in my eyes.

Wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes indicating he was smiling. "Ha ha very funny."

"Superficial titles can build or destroy a persons ego and you my dear cousin, your ego has built you and destroyed others. Egotistically, of course."

Coming to a stop, we park into the schools parking lot. All eyes are on us. Not that I have a problem with it.

Travis puts his arm over my shoulder and we start heading to out first period class. 

As we're walking down the hallway, I hear some freshman talk about a new student. 

Interesting. 

We rarely get new kids. I over-hear a short brown haired girl say,"He's a senior and his name is Jace. They say he's been to jail for gang affiliation but I'm not totally sure. People make shit up 24/7 around here so I'm not taking any chances." 

Me and Travis look at each other raising our eyebrows. 

"You hear that baby cuz? New boy. Looks like you got some competition. Watch your back," Travis joked.

I elbowed him in his side. "Shut up, Travis."

Walking inside of World History, Travis elbows me in my stomach.

"Asshole," I cough. I shake off the small feeling of pain and make my way through the class. I sat inside of my seat all the way in the back of the half empty classroom.

Ugh, I hate this class so much. Do I really need to know about people that died over 500 years ago? Hell fucking no. 

 I started to get my books out of my leather black messenger bag until I heard my name being called over the P.A. system. 

Mr. V's voice boomed; Jasmine Tyner, please report to me office immediately.

I groaned loudly. I got up, grabbed my bag and made my way out. As I made my way out, I heard a couple of snickers and giggles coming from the side of me. It was Amerie and her little bitch followers. 

"It's the first day back from winter break and you're already in trouble? Do I smell a new record, Jas?" 

A smile played across her pink lips. 

I stopped at the frame of the door and turned to to her. 

"You know, I 'smell' a record too. It's to see how long it takes for me to beat the shit out of you until you start begging me to stop." 

Her face turned stone cold and emotionless. 

"That's what I fucking thought.'

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