Bad Girl's Bad Boy

15 year old Zoey is a bad girl. She's a bit girly, but she sticks to anything guys. She has a few friends, but not many. She used to be a sweet girl, but she realized that wasn't her. Now, she gets respect from everyone, but one new boy. She invites a bunch of guys over for her sweet 16 where they go swimming and play paintball. The new boy was invited and she doesn't speak to him much, she sticks with the boys who respect her. Since her mother died, she hasn't been the same. She lives with her father and brother.


1. Chapter 1: It's My DNA

A slammed the prick against the locker. "Go on! Say it again! I dare you!" I said, glaring angrily at her. "You're a whore!" Stella said. I saw the fear in her eyes. I had a small group. I punched her in the stomach and she clutched her stomach, looking down. I kneed her in the face and dropped her. "Zoey, go to the office!" One of the teachers said. I picked up my sling (a type of one shouldered backpack) and threw it over my shoulder. I walked down to the office with a proud smirk. I was missing lunch, but who cares. I walked into the office and sat down. "Hey, David." I said. The principal and I were tight. He gave up on trying to straighten me out, so now we chill and I pretend to be in trouble. We keep it a secret that he doesn't get mad, because the other teachers respect him. I'm surprised he gave up, but the teachers didn't, but they gave up on me taking off my hat. "Zoey, nice to see you again. It's been since yesterday! I'm surprised you weren't here earlier." He said, pouring some coffee and handing me a cup. "Thanks. I'm surprised I wasn't here, too." I said, taking a sip of coffee. "Who was it this time?" He asked. "That little prick, Stella." I replied. Ya, that's right, he let me curse. I fixed my beanie before taking another sip. "Zoey, listen. I need to talk to you." He said, sitting down and he became serious. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "Zoey, you used to be such a sweet little girl. What ever happened?" He asked. 


"Zoey, I want you to be true to yourself. Stop being who you aren't, baby." Mum said. "But, mommy, I am who I really am." I said. "Sweetie, I can see it in your eyes. You're lying to yourself. Promise me you'll be you." She said. "I promise.... Please don't leave me alone. I love you, mommy. I can't do anything without you." I sobbed, tears running down my cheeks. She reached out a weak hand and wiped away my tears. "Be strong. I'll always be in your heart." She said. We hugged. Her weak arms tried to tighten around me. The heart monitor flat lined and her grip was gone. Tears streamed down my face. The doctors ran in and carried me away. "NOOOO!" I screamed. At the age of 8, it was the last time I cried.

*Flashback Over*

I single tear ran down my face. Everything moved in slow motion. The coffee cup slipped out of my hands and smashed on the floor, still in slow motion. I stood up and slammed my hands down on the desk. "SHE DIED IN MY ARMS, DAVID! WHAT DO WANT ME TO DO?!" I shouted. My legs gave out underneath me and I fell on the floor. My knees were being cut by the shattered glass. Blood poured onto the floor, leaving a huge puddle. The last thing I heard was David. "We need the nurse in the office! Now!" And then I was out like a light.

*5rd Period*

I woke up in the nurse's office. I looked down at my legs. They were wrapped in bloody bandages. My arms were burned pretty badly, as were my legs. Oh how I hated school uniforms. I looked over at the door and sat up. I saw an unfamiliar face looking at me, then walked away. "Oh, good. You're awake. Here." The nurse said, handing me crutches. "I don't need crutches. I'm perfectly fine." I said. "No, Zoey, you're not." She said. I rolled my eyes and took them. I stood up and almost fell. "OK, you're right, I'm not fine." I muttered. "Now, go to class." She said. I grabbed my bag and 'walked' to the office instead. "David, I'm calling home." I said when I entered. He handed me the phone and I called my dad. I told him to come get me and David signed me out. "Go put some stuff in your locker." David said. I nodded and 'walked' to my locker.I got some weird looks. "Just 'cause I'm injured, doesn't mean I can't hurt you! I technically have weapons now!" I said, and they all walked faster, looking away. As I waited for my dad, I saw that boy again. My dad pulled up and I hurried out. "Pumpkin! What happened to you?!" Dad asked. "Nothing, daddy. Just being stupid." I muttered.

*After School Hours*

My buddy, Dustin, called. "Sup, Dustin?" I answered. "Where the hell did you go?!" He demanded. "Home, dude." I replied. "Oh...Hey, when you you were gone, we got a new kid in our class. He's almost as bad as you." He said. I laughed to hard it hurt. "No one on Earth could almost be like me!" I laughed. "Not kidding." He said. "Whatever. Tell all the boys to be at my place the Thursday 2 weeks from today! We're going swimming until Midnight, then playing paintball in the woods behind my house." I said. "Got it. See ya Monday then." He said. We hung up and my dad walked in. "Gettin' Dustin to tell the boys again?" Dad asked. I nodded. "I'm not going tomorrow." I said. "Alright. You're brother has something to make you feel better." He said. My 12 year old brother walked in and gave me some cake. "Thanks, Josh." I said. "Your welcome! Do you wanna play GTA 5?" He asked. "Sorry bud. I think I'll just stay in bed." I said. The pain in my body got worse the more I laid there. I got up to take a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. My long Auburn hair, my bright green eyes, I looked just like my mom. Only difference was, I was younger. People used to ask if we were twins. I swear I saw her standing behind me with a smile, but when I turned around, she wasn't there. I sighed. I undressed and turned on the water. All hot water. The burning water hurt, but I didn't care. I had to burn away my sorrow.

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