Dating the Bad Girl

Olivia is notorious for stealing boys and allowing herself to be carefree. To her rules are like hearts, easy to break but harder to fix the chaos that's left. Being carefree isn't always the best policy, enjoying life and taking risks may be fun to her but she's not aware of the consequences that follows. Now she's got herself into a position that proved being laid back wasn't such a good idea. This bad girl is made to tutor the new kid in her class as a punishment but things take an unexpected twist. Maybe being the bad girl does have its perks.


1. Chapter 1| Olivia



I sigh sitting down at my usual detention desk. I blow a piece if my long brunette hair out of my face.

"Olivia! Are you listing to me" Principle Jones shouts. I roll my eyes and I shake my head, he honestly expects a student like me to listen to him.

"I know it's almost spring break but you are still in school and I expect your full attention" He pauses but then continues.

"This is the 6th time you had dentition all trimester! Because of that you will be tutoring one of our new students" Tutoring? A new student? I looked at him with my eyes wide, this cannot be happening not now, this shouldn't have happened. I cannot be wasting my time tutoring a new kid.

"This has been decided. You're meeting with him tomorrow after school, no questions asked. I will not be debating this situation with you, it is final" I roll my eyes once again and put both my feet up on the desk; my eyes close as I try to think of a way to get myself out of this mess. I awaken, moments after by the sound of a sharp snap of a ruler hitting a desk.

"You're time is done you may go home now" Principle Jones says from his desk, his face clearly showed how unhappy he was me but honestly I couldn't care less.

"No need to tell me twice" I mutter, taking my feet off the desk. I fix my combat boots, pull my skinny jeans up and smooth down my grey sweatshirt before walking out of the dull school and quickly over to my car, after getting in the car I put the key into the ignition and allow it to roar into life. I waste no time and hit the speed hard. As soon as I get home I hear the TV on, my little brother stayed home all day because he was 'sick' aka not wanting to take a test.

I stomped up the stairs and flung my bag onto the bed. I stood in the middle of my room, taking in a deep breathe and sighed, I so do not want to tutor this new kid! I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs and grabbed a snack to eat and slowly retreated back up the stairs and into my room to start on some homework. My parents were going to be back from work so I wasted no time and instead of 'slowly going up' I ran it into my room and once I was in, I fell onto my bed and allowed sleep to engulf me.


~The Next Morning~


"Olivia for the last time get up! Now!" My mom yells from the bottom of the stairs. Bright light seeps through the slits in the curtains, I sit up on my bed groggily and groan. I slip my legs out of the covers and walk to my closet after opening the almost empty/unclean wardrobe, I realize that I need to do the laundry. After scavenging for some decent clothes I decide on a white crop top with a black high waisted skirt. The skirt doesn't quite meet my shirt so there is a little of my tanned stomach showing. I put on some white converses and to finish off the look I put on a slick of red lipstick. Not the best clothes to describe me but it was good enough. 

As soon as I get to school I book it to class so I don't have to tutor two kids. I walk into English and I see that there is this new kid in my seat. I waltz over to him and stand there tapping my finger nails on the desk, waiting for him to get up and move someplace else.

"Eh hmmm" my cranky teacher clears her throat.

"Just sit next to him, Olivia" I roll my eyes and plopped down into the chair next to him. His strong cologne lingered around me completely killing my vanilla perfume. 

"I'm Harry" he says, smiling at me, while his hand was extended out and wavered in the air, waiting for me to shake it. I don't reach my hand out and he just takes his hand and runs it through his his mop of brown clurly hair awkwardly.

"Olivia" I say without looking at him.

Science, Math, Art, History. School is finally over and now I'm going to my first tutoring lesson. (Note the sacarsm). Principle Jones or how l like to call him by his first name, Matt. Matt said that the kid I'm tutoring has all the papers, all I need to do is go over them with him. I walk into an almost empty class room that was assigned for only me and the new kid to use. Sure enough the goody-two-shoes was already there, his peircing green eyes trained themselves on mine. Harry was the new kid that I had the pleasure of tutoring.

"Hello, hotstuff" I say, sitting down in the chair that was closest to him. He started to fix his shirt nervously and then looked up to look at me.

"Uh.. Hi" he said before averting his eyes to the papers that lay in a neat pile on the table. I lifted both my feet off the ground and planted it on top of the table, I'm wearing a skirt I know and it isn't very ladylike but should I even care? No! I crossed my arms across my chest and took the chance of examining him while he fiddled with the papers. He wasn't bad looking; he had brown curly hair, structured face, lips that looked irrisistable and then there were the two deep dents in his cheeks that slowly formed into dimples. Wait, is he smiling? I looked up from his face and found him smiling at me.

"Can we start the work already?" I said, quickly attempting to recover from my moments of complete staring. I grabbed the papers from his hands and laid it in front me, I groaned as I saw the heap of things that I have to great through with him in the very few hours we have. I can already tell that this was going to be one very long, interesting day.


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