5SOS: How to Change a Bad Boy

Make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (or less). Breaking innocent and naive girls' hearts for their own entertainment. That was the game that they played, and Luke Hemmings was the very best. When he's given a victim, he thinks it's no big deal and does it for the quick and easy cash, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into when he said he wanted a more difficult target.


1. Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys, my name's Autumn. This is my first story, so I hope you like it xx. Follow me on twitter @Autlynne and I have a wattpad under the same username.


Love. Such a simple word, but just the sound of it could sicken me. It was a game we played, an exceptionally easy one if you chose your target correctly. It's simple: You have exactly 30 days to make a girl fall in love with you. Once she says she is madly in love with me-and if you've seen me, it usually didn't take that long-I kick her to the curb while giving her a dose of reality. True love was a pathetic fantasy that girls clung to thanks to authors like Stephenie Meyer.

For me, the game was a simple way for me to win some cash, and boost my popularity. If she falls in love with you before the deadline, you get double the money. My friends and I hadn't exactly sorted out what would happen if she didn't fall in love with you, it's just not something that's going to happen.

"I think I'm in love with you." Brittany said. She twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger. She glanced up at me with wide eyes and slightly smiled.

"I think we need to break up." I told her, watching her eyes immediately fill up with tears. I had to make this good, because I knew my friends were watching. I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for the naive loser in front of me to break.

"Luke..y-you're breaking up with me?" She whimpered and tears came flowing down her cheeks like Niagara Falls. "But I just told you I was in love with you!" She continued to cry as I decided which bullshit break up speech I should use this time.

"It's not you, it's me," I started, mentally applauding myself for going with the most bullshit answer there was. "You believe in love, and frankly, I don't. Love is a pointless and completely stupid fantasy that most people are too naive to realize is false, but not me."

I stifled a chuckle while waiting for her response. It was my job to knock her off of cloud nine and back into the real world. Reality check: there's no true love in the real world, that's why the divorce rate is so high. I did this for the money, and I didn't usually care too much for the girl. The humiliation they went through gave me a rush of adrenaline, as I would later laugh at their stupidity for thinking there was such thing as "soul mates".

"Well, are we done here?" I tapped my foot again anxiously, still waiting for a reply.

"You're a jerk," she poured her soda on me and ran off in the opposite direction.

"Damnit," I muttered. This was my brand new Nirvana shirt, and the third drink that's been dumped on me in less than two months. I mentally reminded myself that next time, I was going to wear my least favorite shirt. I walked out of the mall food court and tried to spot my friends. Another mental note: never try to look for your friends in the mall on a Saturday afternoon. The place was absolutely jam-packed.

"Luke!" I heard my friend Ashton call and I turned around to face him.

"Hey man! Where's Cal?" I asked, and Calum walked right up behind him. I smirked and held out my hand. "I believe you owe me fifty bucks." He scowled and handed the money over.

"It's not fair that you win every single bet we make," he started, pausing for a moment. From the way he just paused in the middle of complaining, I knew he had an idea. "Come on," he said, dragging me to the other side of the mall. "We just need to find a more difficult target."

We walked into Barnes & Noble and I grew slightly interested in this idea of Cal's. Michael was oddly silent the entire time, I'm not even sure he said anything when the three of them first showed up. "Cal, what the hell are we doing here?" I asked and he smirked.

"You need a challenge. An actual one. And I know just the challenge for you." He continued leading me to the back of the store where the register was.

"Hey, sweetheart," Cal said to a girl at the register.

"If you're not going to actually buy anything, then I'm afraid you're loitering, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Cal scoffed, ignoring her, "this is my friend, Luke," he introduced me, shoving me towards the counter. The girl was kind of cute: blonde hair, green eyes and now that I had been paying more attention, I noticed she had a streak of blue in her hair.

"Hey," I winked. For some reason, that's usually all I had to do and the girls would swoon.

"I'm sorry, do you have something in your eye?" She asked and then turned to Calum, "Oh good, is he going to buy a book?"

Calum laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"That's not a surprise, you guys don't really seem like the reading type, anyways." She said before walking around the counter to talk to us. "Look, as you can see, I'm really busy so it would be great if you and your friends brought your increasingly large egos back here when I'm not on shift." She snapped. Somehow, she was more interesting with each passing second.

"Smartass," I muttered and the boys chuckled as she turned to face me.

"At least I'm a smartass, where as from what I've heard, you're JUST an ass," she started handing me a book from off of the counter. "Pride and Prejudice. It's a classic by Jane Austen. I thought it could do you some good with your...reputation."

"Can I get your number?" I flashed a smile, hoping she would oblige.

"Sure," she scribbled something down on the back of my receipt from the book.

"This is only the first three digits..."

"Exactly. You'll get the rest when, or more likely, IF you finish the book," she paused, looking to Ashton and Michael, "are you in need of some books, too? Because I would be glad to assist you, but if not, I really should be getting back to work."

"I never got your name," I said, beginning to turn away.

"It's Autumn," she said. I began walking towards the doors at the front of the store. "Oh and Luke," I turned around to look at her, "actually read the book. The sparknotes are wrong." She winked and began ringing up the next customer.

"What the hell was that?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, man, what was that?" I asked, and Calum just chuckled.

"That," he started, a devilish grin appearing on his face, "is your next target."

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