The Bad Boy of Mine

Chapter 1 ll Stop with that staring, Sexy stranger.

Zoey's POV

Moving to a new place was never an easy task for me. I had major adaptation problem. My parents divorced when I was 12, so I was only left with my mother. My mom was an absolute workaholic. You know, those type of people who doesn't really give a damn to the world around them, unless it concerns their work? Yeah, jackpot. My mom was that kind of person. I'm not complaining about that though, that gives me a lot more freedom to roam around the neighbourhood without the constant nagging by my mom. Trust me, you wouldn't want to hear her monotonous voice, droning on and on about the dangers of walking around the neighbourhood on my own. Albeit that, she was a really caring mother, before my father left us. She would teach me how to make cookies, play dolls with me and spent most of her time with me.

"Zoey? Could you make a trip to the store? I forgot to buy the milk just now before coming back from the store." my mom's voice snapped me out of my a little world of memories.

"Alright. I'll be right back."  I put on a thin sweater and my Vans before jogging out of the house with my phone. It was now, then I noticed that it was a little chilly outside. I mentally chided myself for being so oblivious to my surroundings.

After I had gotten the milk, I began walking home while singing some of my favourite songs softly to myself.

"Give me love like her, cause lately I've been walking alone. Paint splattered tear drops on my -" before I could continue the song, I heard a soft chuckle.

I turned around and - Okay, allow me to take this moment, to say how attractive this guy standing right in front of me looks. He has perfect blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes which I believe any girls will instantly fall for. He ruffled his hair slightly, before our gaze met. His bright cerulean eyes seemed so hypnotizing. I just could not bring myself to look away from those eyes.

I don't know about you, but I always have a thing for eyes. I'm a sucker for people who has beautiful eyes. I always think that our eyes could speak so much feelings and meanings. I mean, for weird people like me, I find eyes so...so... attractive?

I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. It was not before long, that I start to find the situation a little awkward. Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from his and turned my face away. I felt his presence near me, so I looked up to find him staring at me intently with those same hypnotizing eyes. Oh my geez. Stop with that staring, sexy stranger.

"Why are you blushing?" the mysterious guy asked,with amusement all over his face. His voice was husky and deep. Ooooooo. That's a turn on.

Wait wait. Wtf? Was I blushing? Oh my geez. It's so embarrassing.

"Huh. Hell naw. I'm not blushing. W-why would I b-blush? I d-don't blush." Damn that stuttering.

He chuckled again, before nodding and walking off.

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The next day, I woke up extra early so that I wouldn't be late for my first day of school. A new start, yo. I thought playfully. Within seconds, my thoughts shifted to the guy that I met yesterday. Ahhh. Those eyes. For some reasons, I could feel an indescribable attraction towards that stranger. I could vividly remember how he looked at me with those intense blue eyes.  How he chuckled and how he ruffled his blonde hair playfully.

I stripped myself out of my clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After that, I put on a white tank top and short jeans. Pulling up my dark brown hair into a messy high bun, I looked into the mirror to see my reflection. Okay, let me just clarify, I'm not exactly pretty, I have a slim figure, and the curves at the right place. I'm 5'7. I have hazel brown eyes and dark brown hair which falls to my waist. I smiled upon looking at myself in the mirror, before grabbing my bag and jogging out of my room. I grabbed an apple and a granola bar after putting on my Converse.