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.


2. Chapter Two

"No way," I said for the final time, slamming my locker door shut. We had one week of school left, and I don't think I could've finished off my junior year any better.

"Come on, Luke," Calum begged. "Look, if you take the challenge and succeed I will double the money."

I blankly looked over at him and sighed. I knew I could win the bet easily. It was going to be a bit more difficult than the other targets I had, but I still had faith that I could do it.

"And, if I do it before the twenty day deadline, I want double that. You better get a job, Cal, you're going to owe me two hundred bucks." I smirked, walking to my fifth period. I only had two more class periods after this one, and then I needed to get home. I could practically hear Calum shout "yes" as I was walking away and chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"Hey, Luke, you're looking extra fine today," a random brunette in the hallway winked, but I kept walking.

I had my next class with Michael, who had been extra quiet lately. Quite a few random people waved to me on the way to class and I smiled proudly. At school, we were known as players. More specifically, THE players.

First, there was Michael. He wasn't completely on board with our whole "use em and lose em" policy, but he still acknowledged it, and he occasionally joined in if he was in desperate need for money.

Next, there was Ashton. He wasn't as intensely involved in the game as Calum and I, but he still played along. Although, when it came to the dumping, Ashton went soft. He sweetly dumped them and tried to keep them safe from all of the embarrassment and humiliation that Calum and I strived for. He was really nice to them and believed in the whole "some day I'll find true love" thing, but it didn't bother me as long as he didn't bring it up too often.

After that, there's Calum. He preyed harshly on the girls, like he was a wolf, and they were a heard of sheep. His favorite part of making the bets was to watch the girls be completely humiliated. I honestly don't think he's ever given a damn about any of the girls he has dated for a bet.

Lastly, there's me: the king of the game. I could go through two to three girls in the thirty day deadline. I've been told that my cockiness makes me look like a douche, but girls still fall for me anyways. My favorite part of the whole thing was when the girl told me she loved me. Not because it built up the anticipation for dumping her, and not because the bet was almost over, but because I liked the way it sounded to hear someone tell me they loved me. It made me feel worth something. My parents were never home, and honestly it got kind of lonely, so I started to occupy myself in any way that I could and I found a simple solution: Girls.

I slipped into the seat next to Michael. "Hey, Mike."

"Hey, Luke."

"Are you coming to the mall with the guys and I later?" I asked him, genuinely hoping he would come. I had been spending so much time with Calum that I felt like I had been blowing him and Ashton off.

"I don't know," he began, before I accidentally cut him off.

"I know going to the mall isn't really your thing, but we are gonna stop by Barnes & Noble again if I can finish this book," I gestured to "Pride and Predjudice" and smiled. "It's really not as bad as you think."

He looked a me with a slight smile, almost looking disappointed. "I don't know if I can come, Luke. It'd be great to hang out with you and the guys, but I think I'm just going to go home."

Before I could argue with him and beg him to tag along, the bell rang and the teacher walked in.

I got a text from Calum in the middle of class saying some guy named Justin was talking about Autumn in his class and that I needed to hurry up and finish the book. I spent the rest of the day reading and then told Michael to tell the others that I was heading home early. I hopped in my car and drove to Barnes & Noble as quickly as I could to beat traffic. When I pulled into the parking lot, I decided upon one thing: if I wanted to win this challenge, I needed to turn on the charm.

I walked through the doors and spotted Autumn getting ready to start her shift.

"Hey, stranger," she said with a small smile.

"Hey," I handed her the book and its receipt, "I believe you owe me a few numbers." I winked and she rolled her eyes.

"So, what nerd did you pay to do your homework for you?"

"Actually, I read it by myself," I replied proudly and she raised her eyebrows.

"Did you now?"


"Well, I have to admit, I'm impressed. Now, what's the catch?" She asked, and I gave her a slightly puzzled look.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Luke, you know you don't talk to girls like me just for the hell of it. What do you want?" She asked, and her smile fell a bit.

"Girls like you?"

"You know, the nerdy ones that everyone makes fun of for not being pretty or popular." She stated, and I could tell that she was insecure.

"I think you're beautiful," I muttered to myself, without even realizing what had come out of my mouth.

"So what do you want?" She asked, thankfully not hearing my comment.

Time to turn on the bad boy charm. "You."

She rolled her eyes and handed me back the book, before grabbing a pen. She was about to write down the rest of her number when I spoke up. "You know, I'll accept my payment on the receipt, or you can let me take you to dinner after your shift, and you can give it to me then." I winked.

"I don't know, Luke. We barely know each other."

"Please?" I begged, hoping she would cave in soon.

"I don't know. My shift isn't over for a couple of hours, and from what I've heard, you're not the best at relationships." She pointed out, and it felt like a punch in the gut. I was kind of a jackass to girls, but I wasn't going to let myself feel sorry for this one and risk losing the bet.

"Like you said, we barely know each other." I said and she gave a slight smile before jotting down the rest of her number.

"My shift is over at eight, so you can pick me up then if you want to go do something, but I'm just letting you know now: It's not a date," she began, "you can leave to go hang out with your friends now. You don't want to ruin your reputation by being seen with the nerd freak," she winked and I chuckled.

"You're not a freak. You may be a nerd that needs to loosen up and learn how to have some fun, but you're not a freak." I complimented and my phone buzzed at least ten times.

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, rockstar, well you better get going. I'm sure you've been invited to six parties."

"Seven," I joked, "but I'm not going to any of them." I had to step up my charm, as I noticed she hadn't been swooning like the other girls would.


"I'm not going anywhere."

"Please, I'm sure you have friends to meet up with."

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p' sound. "But even if I did, I would rather stay here and bug you." I winked.

"Sure you would, but I'm working."

"Yeah, at Barnes and Noble, which just so happens to be the most chill job you could have."

"Very true, but I still have a job to do," she said before walking behind the counter.

"And you will," I paused, "I'll just be here for your own personal entertainment."


"I'll try not to distract you with my devilishly good looks though," I winked and hopped up onto the counter, sitting right next to the cash register. She took a flimsy book from off of the counter and whacked my leg with it.

"Ouch," I fake whined.

"Oh, shut up." She laughed and hit me again.

I devilishly smirked. "You like it rough?" Her mouth gaped open and I chuckled. "You know I'm kidding."

"Yeah well you better watch your mouth, or it won't be getting anywhere near mine." She winked and I smiled. "But seriously, learn some manners and get off of the counter before you get kicked out."

I obliged and leaned against the counter instead. "Better?"


I sat there staring at her for a few seconds before I realized that I must've looked like a freak, so I stopped and snapped out of it.

"Luke, as sweet as it is that you're waiting, why don't you go grab a drink at the Starbucks in here?" she said and I sighed.

"Okay, if you're that eager to get rid of me," I winked and walked towards the Starbucks.

"Can I get a chocolate chip frappe please?"

"Coming right up. Hey, you're Luke." The girl taking my order was really pretty. She had vibrant red hair and a pretty smile.

"Yeah, who are you and how do you know me?" I chuckled and she giggled, too.

"Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Demi, Autumn's best friend." She smiled. "Whipped cream?"

I nodded.

"Don't screw Autumn over," she warned, handing me my drink, "I'm really not afraid to kick your ass."

I chuckled at her threat, acknowledging the fact that she was about 5'2" and I'm over 6 feet tall.

"I'm serious."

"I didn't say you weren't."

"I have a thing for your friend, by the way," before I could ask who, she continued, "have fun on your date," she winked, and walked off. I decided not to worry about her being into one of my friends for now, because I had a girl to impress.

"I met Demi," I said to Autumn, leaning my back against the counter. "She seems pretty cool."

"Yeah?" Autumn asked and I nodded.

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p' sound. "She just might be the second prettiest girl I've seen today," I paused, "Considering I'm looking at the first." I winked and she giggled, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing.

"You're blind."

"I think you are."

"Well you're half right, I wear contacts."

"Do you know anything about Demi being into one of my friends?" I asked and her face immediately lit up.

"Oh my gosh, she does? Who?! That's who she must be talking to!" She squealed and I laughed.

"I have no idea."

The two of us grew silent for a few minutes until she piped up again. "So, did you really like the book?"

"'The person, be it a gentleman or a lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid'," I proudly quoted, as she gave me a sarcastic round of applause.

"Wow, Mr. Bad Boy, I'm impressed."

"Eh," I shrugged, "I have my moments."

She giggled.

"So what do I have to do to make you consider this a date?" I ask and she quickly grows silent.

"I don't know."

"Will you pretty, pretty please consider this a date?"




"I'm really not as awful as you think I am. I can prove to you that I'm better than my reputation."

"Sorry to interrupt your boyfriend's whine fest," her boss cleared his throat, causing us both to blush, "but I have to go home early, my wife is in labor." He smiled, and tossed her the keys, "You can close up and go home."

She locked up the cash register and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the front. She looked up at me and smiled widely.

"How about that date?"

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