Bad. (Cameron Boyce Love Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Hailee's P.O.V

I was peacefully asleep when I heard my phone blast Best Song Ever by One Direction.

I reached for my phone, and grabbed it off my bedside table.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Hay Hay! Wake up you lazy sack of ass!"

That was the beautiful voice of one of my best friends, Peyton.

*I want to KILL HER RIGHT NOW*

"Whale, good morning to you to Peyton." I sarcastically said, with an eye roll.

"Come over right now. And bring clothes your sleeping over." Peyton demanded.

"I hate you." I groaned.

"Why? All I did was wake you up." She said innocently.

I looked at my clock.

"At seven in the fucking morning!" I yelled.

"It's SUPER important." She exaggerated.

"Alright I'll be over in 10." I said, hanging up.

I sat up out of my bed and went to my dresser.

I chose my outfit and changed.

I looked and saw my posters staring at me.

"Jeez, you guys are creepy." I said looking at Liam, Louis, Zayn, Harry, and Niall.

I put my clothes on.

I walked to my mirror and eye-balled myself.

I had a hoodie that was black and said 'idk bro, I just want Nutella'

Yes, I am utterly in love with Nutella.

I had white shorts on.

I slipped into black slip-on vans.

I straightened my long brown hair and put in a white bow.

I put mascara on and peach baby lips.

I shrugged at my appearance and puckered my peach-frosted lips.

I grabbed my phone and my backpack.

I grabbed a pair of pajamas and clothes for tomorrow.

It was the middle of summer and I was DREADING going to school.

I hopped downstairs and saw my grandma eating Chorizo and Eggs.

(Chorizo is a Mexican food😋)

"Hey Grandma I'm going over to Peyton's. I'll be back tomorrow." I said.

"Alrightie Hailee Bug. Call me if you need anything. Wait why are you going there so early?" She asked.

"Uhhh I don't know. Peyton just called saying she needed me. Probs BFE911." I said.

"Wait what does BFE911 mean again?" My grandma asked.

"Best Friend Emergency 911. Derr." I said, laughing, giving her a hug and leaving.

I walked out our small apartment and saw my electric scooter chained to a tree.

I hopped on it, not wearing a helmet.

#yolo!

I drove down the sidewalk, down an alley and I saw the familiar mansion.

Palm trees surrounded the big house, camouflaging it from the crazy city of Los Angeles.