Playing The Bad Boy's Game (Completed July 2012) FIRST BOOK SO IT IS CRAP W A R N I N G

Chapter 1: Really -_-

I wasn't like other girls.

I was a slut, a bookworm, a goody two shoes, a basketcase, a nerd, a dork, a freak, a geek, a troublemaker.  

People thought that made me a monster. 

They preferred to call me The Mean Girl.  A woman who was passive-aggressive or used outright aggressive tactis to shame, humilate or hurt others, often with the intention of making herself look better by comparison.    

English translation: A bitch.

Yet they didn't know my story.  Like Wicked, you only saw Dorthy's rainbow side of things, never what was under the evil of the Wicked Witch of the West.  Until you step into those green skinned toes and feel it yourself.

Yes.  I was brutally violent, had a sense of snarky sarcasm, was full of bitchy comments, and adored having some fun.

I expressed my feelings emotionally and... physically.

I had an odd sense of logic and my level of common sense wasn't quite high.

I get very mad very easily. I can be explicit and will commonly take a side no one else will take. I make stupid mistakes. I am only human.

You will want to scream at me.  You will want to cry for me.  You will want to hate me.  You will want to love me.  You will want to kill me.  

He wants to love me, but he wants to kill me.  

That was probably how it all started.

Why I played the bad boy's game.

Because I wasn't like other girls.

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Chapter 1: Really. -_-

I slung my weight-less leather hobo bag over my shoulder and jogged up the long staircase to American Chester High.

Popping a Juicy Fruit in my mouth while humming the Juicy fruit, is gonna move ya jingle, I chewed the gum and blew a quick bubble. The snap was loud and scared the homeless man awake. Quiet pedestrians glared.  

I made another bubble.

Pop!

Being late on the first day of school wasn't exactly a good impression. However, I clearly didn't care. My life was already a spiral staircase to burning hell. This was another easy step down.

"Watch it you, scumbag!" yelled yet another drunk, chucking a beer bottle at me.  The glass skimmed my ear, making me wonder if I could do the Matrix move.  But drunkies everywhere? Lovely.

It was because of my friendly neighbour Satan. In other words, the devil. Well, the human version of the devil. He certainly acted like a demon. Now that I thought of it, the damn hot version of the devil. I know, why do all the bad boys have to be so gorgeous?

I swung open the seven foot glass door and followed my way to the office, acknowledging the cameras from each end of the corridors.

I was here because of him. As expected, I was pissed. My therapist said I had to get away. Move out of Canada. To live with my aunt, the only member left that he hasn't screwed around with. She was the only one without a jail record so it seemed reasonable.

Then again, what was reasonable anymore?

A sweet woman greeted with a warm smile. "How can I help you, dollface?"

"Rivyn DeLor, the new student fr-"

"Ah yes, I heard about you. MVP soccer player of Ontario and daughter of the..."  She averted her gaze, quickly finding sudden intrest in her boobs.