The Bad Boy's Reputation

Two completely opposite people; Natalia Grey the school nerd, teacher's pet. She's a big sister and role model. She believes in love at first sight. She wants the fairytale love, the one where you find your prince and live happily ever after.

Jason Summers the school bad boy, player and football player. He does what he wants, when he wants. It's his way or no way. He's the type of guy who doesn't date, doesn't believe in love nor wants it.

Talia only sees one side of Jason and that's his bad boy side; the jerk. Jason only sees one side of Talia and that's her nerdy side; geeky glasses and pulled back hair.

What happens when these two completely opposite teens are forced to see each and talk to each other every single day? What happens when the two teenagers realize there's more to the story than meets the eye? Will their opinions change? Find out in The Bad Boy's Reputation.

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2. Chapter Two

Natalia's POV

"Hi, honey. Are you hungry? I made breakfast." My mom smiled, as I walked down stairs.

"Mom, I'm running late. I have to find a ride. I don't have time for breakfast."

"Please? It's just... you're taking everything really bad, and I want to make things up with you. I'll even... let you stay home from school today. We can spend the day together. Just like old times." That's the thing with mom. With her pregnancy, her hormones are all over the place. In twelve hours, she went from completely blowing up in my face about the detention, to now telling me to sit down and stay home from school to have a girls day. 

"Alright. I'll take any chance I can get to stay home." I grabbed the fork next to me and dug into the pancakes. My mom always makes the best pancakes. When I was little, I used to have her make me some every day for breakfast. She and dad would get up real early to make them from scratch.

My mom and dad used to work in a restaurant, the same restaurant to be exact. My dad was a chef, and mom was a waitress. My mom is like me, when she gets nervous, she starts to ramble and lose focus, which is exactly what happened when she met my dad.

My mom was carrying a tray of plates, and she saw my dad cooking. She got so distracted, that she dropped the tray, and fell right on her ass. In front of my dad. Dad helped her up and gave her his extra shirt. Right then and there, they kissed. Love at first sight.

When they got married, they both quit their jobs in the restaurant, and took up a real occupation. Dad, of course, was a firefighter, and mom was an accountant. My dad thought about getting a side job to try and help my mom with the bills, but mom said it would be way too much, and since she made good money, he didn't need to. She said as long as he kept loving and supporting her, then he would be fine.

Once my mom had me, she had to quit her job, which made the bills hard to keep up with. Uncle Cile, since he was a lawyer, helped with the bills, as well as dad. "So, I was thinking, we should go to lunch today. Alexandra Summers may tag along with us." My mom smiled.

"No Jason, right?"

"No, of course not, he'll be at school."

"Well, that sounds good." 

 

 

"Alexandra, thank you for tagging along with us." My mom smiled, hugging Mrs. Summers.

She laughed, "I would take up your offer any day. Spending my life in that damned house is torturous." 

"Hi, Mrs. Summers."

"Hello dear. How old are you now? Nineteen? You must be in college."

"No, I'm only sixteen. Still in high school."

"Oh, then you must be in the same grade as Jason."

"Oh, yeah."

"Is he nice to you? If not, I will yell at him."

"No need for that," I replied. Mrs. Summers is the complete opposite of her son. She's kind and caring, the type of person who will take her shirt off her back to give to someone. Jason... well, Jason is nothing like that. He's rude and a manwhore. I honestly feel bad that Mrs. Summers has to live with a son like Jason. 

"So, Talia, any boys lately?" My mom suddenly asked, trying to make some general conversation. Not a great way to start the lunch off. 

"Not really." Your son, Mrs. Summers. 

"So, Taylor, how's the boyfriend?" Mrs. Summers asked.

"He's great, he's working right now. He took Macey to the office today." My mom's name is Taylor, and my dad's was Nathaniel. Natalia is my parent's names mixed together. You get Nat from Nathaniel, and Talia from the TA in Taylor, and the LIA from Nathaniel. The Lynn, is my grandmother's middle name, Francesca Lynn Gabaldi. Macey, however, is named after my aunt, on my dad's side, Macey Camille Grey. Macey's middle name, however, is Jameson. My dad's middle name was Jameson, so, mom thought it was best for the name Macey Jameson Grey. I'm just so glad that wasn't my name.

Since my mom is having a boy, she said she'll name him Zackary Nathaniel Klein. Named after Zac and my dad. My dad always wanted a little boy, but instead, he got two girls. He was as happy as can be with us, though, he called us his pride possessions. We were his little princesses.

"I hate to ask this, but is it alright is Jason comes along? He had a rough day at school today." Mrs. Summers asked.

"Oh, of course not. The more the merrier." Oh, great, this is the best day of my life. I forced out a fake smile, waiting for it to just burst with fake happiness. 

 

 

"Jason, this is Taylor and Talia Grey, our neighbors." Mrs. Summers smiled.

"I know, I met Talia already yesterday in class." Nice cover-up, Summers.

"Taylor, how far along into the pregnancy are you?"

"Four and a half months. It hasn't been so bad with this little guy than it was with Macey. Maybe boys are easier."

"That is definitely true. Jason was so easy, I didn't even know I had him in me. For the first three months, I was oblivious."

"If only my girls were like that. Talia was definitely the hardest birth I had to go through."

"I hate to bring this up, and it's a topic I don't like to bring up, but what about your husband? Doesn't he have," she paused, trying to find the right words, "a say?"

"No, actually, Nathaniel, died two years ago in a fire. He worked for the fire company up the street from Barkley Center. There was a big fire one night in an apartment building, and he ran inside. The woman was out, but her two month old baby was still in the house. He saved the baby by bringing her downstairs, and he got her out just in time. But he was too close to the flames, and the building exploded."

"Taylor, I am so sorry." Jason looked over to me with semi-wide eyes, and a frown etched upon his face. 

"Excuse me, I just... need some air." 

Jason's POV

That's why she was angry with me bringing up her dad. That's why she made a big deal over the phone. I get it now, but why didn't she tell me. It makes no sense.

"Talia took the death badly. She was in therapy for depression, and it was just a hard time for us. I was in a terrible state, which put so much pressure on Natalia to get Macey up for daycare. Poor thing, Talia was only fourteen, and Macey was two. I don't even think she remembers her dad that much now." 

"Jay, why don't you go check on Talia?"

"Why?"

"Please, it's the right thing to do. Put those people skills to action." I internally groaned, realizing this was just another thing mom would hold against me. Those people skills. 

I walked outside and looked around. Sitting against the restaurant, was Talia, with her legs up to her chest. "Hey."

"You know, you could've told me you lost your dad, instead of me talking shit about him."

"You wouldn't have cared."

"I may be bad, but I'm not that bad. I'm not a bully, Talia."

She scoffed, "you have no idea what it's like losing someone who was so close to you. My dad was my hero, he saved me more times than I can count. For you to talk shit about him, and say he's some rich man who owns buildings is an understatement. He didn't make enough money to pay the bills. He couldn't get a side job.

"For you to say my life is perfect, you're wrong. My dad died, my mom has a new boyfriend, she's pregnant with his kid. You don't know what it's like, Jason. My dad... Always wanted me to be good, to be the best I can be. I'm getting good grades for him. If he was still alive, my grades would be all C's, instead of A's. I'm not the nerd." She said.

I groaned, "you're not that bad," she looked at me, "I thought you were some stuck up bitch. But you're not."

"Well, my opinion on you hasn't changed."

"Yeah? And what's your opinion?" I smirked. "The bad boy. The... what's the word, oh right, asshole. You don't care about anyone or anything."

"Okay, true. But I do care."

"Well, until you prove me wrong, it's staying."

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