The day at school was as tiring as ever but to add up to the problems was the bad boy who had been there in each one of my classes.
How is that even possible?
Now that last bell had rung, I was happy to walk back home and watch few romance movies. I am a sucker for these romantic things.
But things like these don't happen in life, at least not to people like me, they happen with people like Regina George.
She is the Queen Bee of our school. Not a single guy out there who wouldn't want her, and she knows this. That's one of the reasons for her being an A- grade Bitch. I don't usually curse but this girl is always bullying others, and i can't help myself.
Well, despite of being wanted by the whole school, the person she's been interested in is none other than Mr. Popular leather Jacket. Yuppers right guess - Brandon.
None of these things matter to me. They're both players and suit each other, i just want to get away with the rest of the senior year.
As I am walikng towards my home, I hear a voice behind me. I know that voice! I stop and turn around.
There he is, on his motorcycle which I would love to call a deathtrap looking at me seriousness on his face. "Why are you walking back home, freckles? "
"I don't have a um car s-so I usually walk back home" God why does my voice have to be so low!
"I'll drop you"
I don't believe if I heard the words properly but I shake my head, "N-no its okay really, you don't have to drop me, I can walk - "
He chuckles and before I can say something else he speaks " I know freckles I don't have to, but I want to"
As soon as these words leave his mouth I feel my jaw dropping on the ground. I must look like an idiot right now.
"Oh umm I am not sure if this deathtrap is safe" I mumble
"I promise you'll be fine and you're not riding without a helmet on."
I was scared, but tired and wanted to reach home as soon as I could. And anyway, he did promise me, didn't he?
But why would I trust his words? He is a player afterall.
My thoughts once again interrupted by him "we don't have the whole day Jane, come on now, I'll put the helmet on you.
And that is how I ended up on the deathtrap, which was almost enjoyable, riding with the hottest guy in Redwood High.
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The Clichè - A Good girl Bad Boy Romance
Teen FictionI guess the title says it all In which a goody two shoes falls for the badass and the most popular guy in her school. And don't worry it does have the queen bee of high school too .... I hope after this the readers wonder if this story could be a...
