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.


2. Chapter 2: Attacked

The day I've been dreading since Thursday. My legs hurt. All over my legs were scars, all nasty and bloody. My legs still had some blood on them and my arms still stung. I walked into school and went to my locker. My skirt from my uniform bothered me. I fixed my beanie and Dustin walked up behind me. "You look bad, Zoe." He said. "I know, Dustin, it's painful as hell, man." I said. I kept my back to him. "You really do look like your mom. I miss her." He said. I tightened my grip on my books and kept my back to him so he wouldn't see the few tears run down my face. I turned towards class and without a word, walked to Math. I took my assigned seat. "Hey, Zoey." Jason said. "Hi." I said coldly. Mat took a seat next to me. Dustin sat in front of me and the new kid sat to my right. "Who's he?" I whispered to Mat. "He's Reed. He said he'd go to your birthday." Mat replied. "Zoey, mind sharing your conversation?" The teacher asked. "You know, how stupid you look in a tie, or even any of you. Oh, and sir, with all due respect, stop wearing lipstick, you look gay... Oh wait, I think you are." I said with a smug smile. Every boy in the class laughed, but the girls stayed silent. "Zoey! Office! NOW!" Sir said. "See ya in Hell, sir." I said and grabbed my bag. I walked into the office. David looked at me. "That bad, hey?" He asked. I nodded. "So, what did you do this time, if you're here so early." He said. "You don't wanna know what I said." I said as I took a seat. "I'll take your word for it." He said. He handed me some coffee. "Try not to break this one." He said. I nodded. 


"How was the office in the morning?" Justin asked. "Good." I muttered and sat down in my usual spot. "Why is she in my spot?" The new kid said. I turned half way around in my chair. "I'm sorry, your seat? I've been sitting here since the first day of grade 9, ad now all of 10." I said. "Then why weren't you in it Friday?" He demanded. "'cause, genius, I was at home." I said. "Ya, likely story." He said, then tipped the chair, knocking me to the floor. "You shouldn't have done that, Reed. That is her spot." Justin said. I staggered to my feet. "You really shouldn't have done that." I said and looked up at him. I held up a fist and he stepped back. "Alright, alright. It's your spot." He said. I sat back down and he sat across from me. I ate my lunch in silence, not once looking up. "So, who's coming next Thursday. I'mma have a cake with a real rifle." I said. Every boy at my table raised their hand, even the new kid, Reed. All together, 7 people coming. I kicked my feet up on the table. "No girls allowed. That means you, too, Jake." I said. "Kidding! Jake can come!" I laughed.

*Walking Home*

Reed joined the guys and I as we all walked home. Stella walked up and tried to get Reed's attention. She looked at me. "Hey, whore." She said. I grabbed the collar of her shirt and lifted her off the ground until she was my height, and I was pretty tall. "Hey, slut. How's the view? You're pretty high up." I said. I punched her in the face, dropped her, and kicked her pretty hard. "Say it to me again, and I'll make sure you don't walk, got it?" I demanded. She nodded. The guys gave me a high five. As we continued to walk, I looked over at Reed. His shaggy black hair fell in front of his eyes, his green eyes looking straight ahead, and he was about 10 inches taller than me. He looked at me for moment. Our eyes met. I got a strange feeling. I didn't like it.

*A Week Later* 

I grabbed my communicator. "Dustin, are you safe?" I asked. "No, Justin got me... You and Reed are next." He said. I cursed under my breath. Only person left on my team was Reed now. Dustin and Mat were down. Justin, Jason, Jake, and Rick were still safe and coming. I pressed the button on my communicator. "Reed, watch your back." I said. "Actually, I'm watching your back." He said from behind me. I wiped around. I saw movement behind him, fast movement. "Don't move." I hissed. More motions. Then, eyes, a lot of eyes. "Get in a tree!" I said and we climbed up a tree. A few wolves surrounded the base of the tree, growling and scratching at the tree. "Man I love the night." I said. "What?! We could be killed!" Reed said. I rolled my eyes and pressed the button on the communicator. "Guys, wolves are in the area! Get in a tree and wait for the shot." I said. "OK." They all said. I said there names to make sure everyone was OK. "What do we do now?!" Reed asked in a panic. "Hold on." I said. I pulled a switch on my paintball gun and I heard a click. I reached into the barrel and took out the paint. I went through my backpack until I found my shotgun rounds. I loaded them into the barrel and aimed carefully. "Wait, you can't shoot actual rounds from a paintball gun." Reed said. "My dad used to be in the military, he can do anything with guns." I said. "So you're going to shoot the wolves?" He asked. "Oh hell no. Wolves are so cute. I'm just going to shoot the ground." I said. I aimed again and shot the ground. The wolves ran off, yelping. "Guys, coordinates." I said into the communicator. "South 200 meters."/"Half of 8 miles, West."/"On the highway, East." and so on. "What about Reed and you?" Justin asked. "He's with me. 24 miles North. Regroup in Sector 7." I said. "Right." They said. I swung out of the tree, followed by a falling Reed. "Sector 7?" He asked. "We know this place like the back of out hands." I said.

*20 Minutes Later*

Finally, we got to Sector 7. Everyone was waiting. I saw eyes in the distance, coming closer. "Up the tree! Now!" I said. Reed and I started into a sprint, then a run. Of course, the wolves would move faster, but we had to move. Reed was ahead of me, and I was the last one on the ladder. The wolves were right under me. One reached up and sliced my leg. I screamed in pain. It was pouring blood. I lost my grip as my vision was blurred. Last thing I remembered was falling.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...