Never Fall for the Bad Boy (The Best Mistakes Book One)

One

WINTER POV

We all make mistakes in life, whether it's on a test, in choosing friends, or in love, but some effect us more than others. While some mistakes are forgotten in time, others aren't ever far from your mind. Three years ago, I was the perfect daughter. Straight A's, polite, sweet, and innocent. Then I made a mistake. A drastic one. A mistake you would have expected my sisters or brothers to make, not me.

*Flashback*

I don't understand what the big deal is. I haven't even started high school yet, yet here I am, standing outside a huge mansion after my older sisters, Summer, Spring, and Autumn, abandoned me. I didn't want to go in the first place. I'd much rather be in my bed, curled up with a good book than at a wild party, wearing a barely there dress and uncomfortable heels, my face caked with makeup. I look like a slut and I hate it. This isn't me. I wear baggy clothes and glasses. I'm shy and awkward. Why am I even here? Oh, that's right, because my sisters dragged me here by assuring me that Calvin would be here. And I have the biggest crush on him. Have for a long time. Only he has no idea who I am or that I even exist. I'm a nobody and he's a popular bad boy.

"Hey, Winter, right?" an all too familiar voice asks. My heart skips a beat. I know who this is! Standing in front of me in all his amazing hotness is none other than Calvin Marcus, the hottest boy in my year and my long time crush. He's older than most of the boys our age, having turned fifteen this summer. I'm still fourteen along with most of our classmates.

I nod my head nervously. "You look great, Winter." I blush. He holds out his hand. "Wanna get outa here?" Figuring I might never have another chance with him, I nod and take his outstretched hand, thinking 'what's the worst that can happen?' Man, I spoke too soon because the next thing I knew, it was eight months later and he was rejecting me once again as I sat in a hospital bed, holding our newborn son. A son he wanted nothing to do with.

*End Flashback*

I'm sitting on a park bench watching the kids play, making sure no one gets hurt. I come from a big family. My mom is a free spirit to put it nicely. She's been married three times and is currently engaged to Joseph, her newest man. They were all decent guys I guess. Never gave me a problem, but Joey is my favorite so far. My own father isn't in the picture. He didn't want anything to do with me after the divorce. Joey is the closest any of them have come to being a real father to me. He loves all us kids, even though only two of us are actually his. Those two would be Lincoln and Madison, the four month old twins, both named after presidents. Each man she has kids with has a theme. My oldest siblings, twins, Paul and Lennon are named after my mother's favorite singers. Mom had them back in high school. Their father left her when he found out, just like Calvin did. Then there's Jack, Scarlett, and Emma, favorite classic book characters. My mom had them in college when she married her first husband. Jack is only eleven months older than Scar and Scar is only a year older than Emma. After that, there's my father. My mom has four kids with him. There's the twins, Spring and Summer, then, only a year younger than them, Autumn, followed by me, only ten months younger than Autumn. Then there's my mom's third marriage. She has Montana, Dakota, Arizona, and California, and Indiana, all girls. Montana, Dakota, and Arizona are triplets. California is only two years younger than them and Indiana is two years younger than California. Then the newest, the twins. Sixteen kids is a lot, I know, but as hard as it is having such a big family, I love them all to pieces. Mom is actually only forty-one. She had Lennon and Paul at only fifteen, same age I had my son.

The states are playing with my two year old son, Jason, on the playground. There are a few other kids but not many. I know people are looking at me funny. I'm a seventeen-year-old girl watching six little kids play. And I mean little. The triplets are seven, Cali is five, and Indi is three. My son isn't much younger than them. I had him when I was barely fifteen. I'm on the young side of my grade as it is and had only been fifteen for two months when I had him. He was four weeks pre-mature. He was born on April 29. My birthday is February 17. It was my golden birthday this last year. I'm a senior come this fall. Scary to think about, huh?