Q/N: Was watching the SuperBowl but it seems like every time I watch a football game the people I want to win always lose. I'm not a Ravens die heart fan but I wass pulling for them this game and after the freaing lights went out it seems like they gave up... Anyways thanks to their bad playing you now get a new chapter of The Bad Boy Is My Ride:)
Chapter 3: I'll slash all your tires
When I wake up I feel like crap and my butt is in agony. I stand up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes and stumbling over to my closet. I pull out a pair of khaki cargos and a light blue tank top, deciding I'll just dress comfortably. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and changing, I jog down the stairs.
I find my mother in the same spot she was in yesterday and yet again she's eating an apple. Instead of reading the newspaper though she's reading a magazine. When she sees me enter she closes it. "I'm going to contact Blake's mom today about getting your car fixed." She narrows her eyes at me and I wonder what Blake told her.
"'Okay," I say with a shrug, opening the refrigerator door and looking for something quick to eat. "Mom, you really need to go grocery shopping," I complain, closing the door and grabbing a bag of chips to eat out of the snack jar.
"I'm not the one who's hungry," she says, going back to her magazine.
Best mother ever, right? Note the sarcasm.
I walk outside slamming the kitchen door behind me. It finally dawns on me that I have no ride to school. Shit.
I'm just about to pull out my phone to call Jasmine when I see a Ferrari sitting in the driveway. Well, maybe he isn't that bad of a person.
The driver's side window rolls down and Blake sticks his head out. "Hurry up I don't have all damn day." He rolls his window back up.
Okay, I was so wrong. He's still a freaking jerk.
I stomp over to the passenger's side, swinging the door open and slamming it shut, ignoring the glare I receive from Blake. His radio is blasting some dumbass rap song and it starts to irritate me so I change it.
"Don't touch my shit," he says, changing the radio from a Ke$ha song that was just playing.
Does he really have to cuss in every sentence? My goodness, he's worse than me and Jasmine combined.
I change the station back to what I was listening to. "I'll touch your shit all I want." I seriously don't see why girls fall at his feet - he's so damn rude and annoying.
"I'm going to put you out of my car," he threatens, shooting me daggers with his eyes.
"And I'll slash all your tires," I fire back, knowing that with Jasmine's help I could make it happen by lunchtime.
"You're so annoying." He turns his eyes back to the road leaving the radio alone.
"That's like the pot calling the kettle black." I smirk, knowing I've won this argument.
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ChickLitAllison Darling isn't exactly a goody two-shoes(at all) but she's not a trouble make either, at least not in her eyes. Blake Drayton on the other hand is the school's bad boy and doesn't care about his rep. People know not to bother him, and that h...