Finding The Badboy's Diary [Completed]

Chapter 1: The Bully

Chelsea's POV

Walking down the sidewalk, my white Adidas sneakers beat atop the concrete boards with each step I take towards the school building. I brush a few strands of blonde hair from my face with the tip of my fingers and secure them behind my ear.

My lavender eyes that are most times mistaken for blue focus on the cellular device in my left palm. I turn on the airpod situated in my ear, and let it connect to the iPhone 8+, after making sure its bluetooth connection is on.

I shiver slightly at the cold morning air which will surely disappear once the sun is high up, and adjust the collar of my blue and black striped long-sleeved shirt that I'm using as a jacket above the black OFF singlet that complements my boobs. My long legs are covered in the tight-fitting Aphrodite trousers that is the same shade as my top.

Selecting my favorite playlist on audiomack, I secure my phone in one of the tiny pockets of the nude backpack on my shoulder and continue my trek to the educational edifice. The song 'Lied to me' by Trisha Gomez ft Benjackson Troy finds its way into my eardrums and I sigh in contentment as I block out the world around me, and hopefully Terry's irritating voice.

I resist the urge to snatch open the well packaged homemade sandwich from my bag that has its aroma wafting into my nostrils as my mouth goes watery knowing how it'll taste, thus my mom never disappoints in whatever she makes.

FYI, I'm not walking to school because I don't have money to catch a bus, or that my parents can't afford to get me a car or at least drop me off at school. That is not the case, I come from a loving and caring family that can afford more than my needs and wants.

I simply stride to school everyday because 1, it's not that far from my home, 2, I hate driving, and 3, my health expert which is my mom says I need to exercise, so this is me adhering to her words.

Arriving at the school premises, I weave my way through over-expensive cars that shouldn't be brought to school, bump a few shoulders because of the morning rush and finally step foot into the hallway.

The burning of the stares on my skin are the first thing to welcome me, and I shrug off the the need to inspect my attire for a stain or tear. This is something I get everyday for the past two years after Terry decided to start up the trend of abuses on the girl who doesn't care if the world exists outside her head, me.

"Look who is here," the devil himself announces in that his booming voice which always seeks a path into my ears and mind no matter how I try to avoid it. A voice so commanding of power that if I don't have such a hard hatred for him, will make my legs wobble and wetness pool in my panties.

At this point, I'm glad he annoys me and so I do what I do best, bend my face down to cause my hair to shield my facial features and go to stroll past him as fast as I can so I don't end up losing my cool.

"Yeah thanks, do us a favor and cover your face, it'll help save our eyes the torture," he says smugly and a shadow appears in front of me, halting my steps and forcing me to look up.

My pink pouty lips release silent profanities as I scrunch up my nose and gaze directly at his sinfully handsome face. I'm not gonna lie Terry is a work of art, from his sandy blonde hair that's a bit duller than my almost yellow locks to his perfectly pointed nose, sharp jaw, thick eyebrows, icy blue eyes, and very kissable chapped nude lips.

He's sporting a black sweatshirt that clings to his skin in the right places, ripped black jeans and a denim jacket that gives view of his wide shoulders and muscly arms. His right ear is pierced and decorated with a glinting gold earring, as well as his left brow that is pinched with a dot earring to finish of the signature badboy look.