my boyfriend is a psychopath

chapter 1

"hi, im Jessica." i smiled, and took a seat next to him in class.

"no offense, but i don't give a shit." he rolled his eyes.

okay, you guys probably need an explanation of how i got here.

it's a short story.

basically, theres this guy in school, we have all the classes together. his name is Peter Sparks.

out parents are friends. and his mom asked my mom if i could be friends with him.

and of course, as an amazing kid that i am, i agreed to them.

Peter is actually one of the most attractive guys in the school. he even has a nice family. i've been to his house. he's rich, his parents are caring, and his life should be perfect.

there's one small problem though. whenever i see him he's either being quiet, and not doing anything, or beating the hell out of someone.

you could say he's a bully. but his mom cares about him too much, and thats why she asked me to help her, but as you guys can tell, its not going well.

he has no friends, he fights all the time, and he's rude too? why am i not getting pais for this?

every time i visited his house with my family he never left his room, even though his mom tried to get him out. he's a difficult child. very, very difficult.

"oh, come on! i've been trying to talk to you for two days! im getting tired!" i sighed.

"hey, i know my mom sent you, i know why you're here, and i know you dont wanna be here, talking to me, so just go while im still asking politely." he glared at me.

he's actually attractive, and has an amazing style. his jawline is so sharp, i feel like it could cut a piece of paper. his hair is black like coal, its fluffy, and messy. he always wears baggy clothes, and he always has headphones on. his eyes are the prettiest shade of green, his lips full, and his nose straight. he's almost too pretty to be true. i dont know why he's wasting so much potential.

i shook my head. "well, you're unlucky that im gonna be sitting next to you now. im not going anywhere. and if you already know why im here, then you should help me out. please, you dont even have to talk, just sit with me and my friends at lunch, so that i can tell your mom that i at least tried? please?"

he frowned. "no way. im not hanging out with anyone. didn't you hear me? leave me alone. i don't need anyone. im perfectly fine. i hate everyone, and i dont give a single fuck what others think. including you. im not doing anyone favors."

i sighed, and mumbled, while looking at the ceiling. "god, why me? why do i have to go through this?" then i looked back at him and started speaking louder. "listen, your mom is worried about you, and she asked me nicely to try to help you out. let me try. for your mom." i sighed deeply. "lets make a contract."

he hesitated for a moment, but then sighed. "what kind of contract?"

"well, lets say you sit with me and my friends at lunch, and we hangout everyday for a month. then im gonna leave you alone."

"two weeks." he shook his head. "and im only gonna be hanging out with you three days a week. lunch is fine, i wont be talking anyways." he shrugged.

"three weeks, and we hang out five days a week." i gave him a serious stare.

"no way!" he shook his head. "and what do i even get?"

i shrugged. "what do you want?"

"i want a ride to school, and my house every day, and i want you to do my homework." he paused. "just english, history, and maths."