My Very Own Bad Boy

A girl falls for the baddest guy in school. But when she finds out his deepest secret? Will she be able to save herself from the pain?


2. Awakening

“Daniel…” The door creaked as I opened it, stepping into the semi-dark room. “Daniel…I’m back. We can’t be late for sch-“A figure glided down onto the ground, right in front of where I stood.

“Hey babe,” He breathed on my neck, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. My pulse started to pick up. And my breath started to quicken.“You ready?” He whispered, as he brushed hair off of my shoulder, leaving it bare.

“Y-Yeah…I just don’t want to be late,” I slapped his bag into his hands. “Hurry up-“ Daniel opened the door, stepping to the side, allowing me to exit first.

His hair glowed in the sunlight. It was a shade of blonde. A color I hadn’t seen in a long while. His smile covered his face, and his eyes were as blue as the morning sky. He looked normal, but I knew better than that. He's much more than "normal".

“Good boy….” I patted his chest as I walked out of the door, and into the bright, morning sun.

“I’m not a dog," He growled. "I’m much better than those flea-infested mutts, you humans call Werewolves.” He scowled.

I rolled my eyes, and kept walking the direction of our school, Washington Academy.

“Dog, mutt, vamp, they’re all the same to me.” I smirked, knowing I had touched a soft spot.

“No…there is a difference. Mutts are those damn flea bags, and Vamps are more...civilized.” He looked into my eyes, with a serious expression.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don’t care,” I gave him the hand, when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Screaming, I yelled. “Put me down you blood sucker!”

“Not until you apologize for your rudeness. Me being your boyfriend and all.” He spun me around, making me feel light-headed.

“I’m sorry,” I uttered in between screams. “I’m sorry, boyfriend.” He finally placed me back onto my feet. Sighing, concern started to spread across his face.

“Alana…you’re my mate, my girlfriend, and I’m not taking any kind of disrespect. I don’t want to lose you, because you slipped up,” He looked deep into my eyes. “Even if it takes brute force to get the respect I want; and I don’t want to do that.” He pressed his hands against my cheeks.

“I know. I’m really sorry. It’s just been a while since I was first introduced into the supernatural world. How would I know any better?” I blinked hard, holding back tears.

“I’m sorry too. I should have told you about your prophecy sooner.” He bit his lip, blood seeping down his chin.

“It’s not your fault either. It’s sort of my fault, actually. I’m the one who wouldn’t stay away from the ‘bad boy’.” Blush started to spread all over my cheeks.

“And it’s sort of my fault, since I’m the bad boy you couldn’t stay away from.” He said,laughing and rubbing the back of his head.

“I don’t care if you’re the cause of all of this. I take full blame. And I don’t regret one single thing.”

“I guess I don’t either. Because the outcome of what happened was me having an amazing girl.” He hopped over the road bumps on the parking lot and skidded away toward the front doors of the school. I glanced as his fast moving figure.

“Why didn’t I stay away?” I thought back to the day I met him.


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It’s finally my year. Every year, I'm made fun of because I'm a little bit different than everyone else. Now, since I'm a senior, no one can make fun of me the same way. The words that will utter out of their mouth will be of no meaning. They will not have any effect on me.

Marco slipped his arm around me, smiling as he shows his prowess. Knudging me in the stomach, I force a smile. Hiding the despise I have for all of the deliquents around me.

"Are you coming over tonight?" Marco whispered in my ear. A chill creeped up my spine and I shivered.

"Sure. At what time?" Glancing over at him, his hazel-bluish eyes full of passion.

"Right after school, of course." His girly persona finally creeping back in. Ah, that's the guy I know. Marco has gone out with almost all the guys in this school; at least, all the ones that are gay. He has been my best friend since freshman year, but he does get a little detailed when it comes to him talking about boys. Ew. No offense to him.

"Alright, but I'll have to let abuela know that I'm staying over." I flashed him a grin.

"Omg! There's an exchange student from France...and o-m-g...He's hot!" He went on with his babble about how he's going to do him. Spacing out, I found my gaze upon a blonde walking down the stairwell of the drama corridor. My eyes widened. His face was perfectly shaped, his body well-built. How can someone be so perfect?

"Alexis?" Marco waved his free hand over my face and I snapped back to reality. 

"'re looking at the bad boy of the school...Daniel. If he was gay, I would have done him at least a million times!" He exclaims, as he fans away his red cheeks. I laughed and looked back at Daniel. He was gone. I smiled weakly and looked away. I guess I'll never see him again.

"Maybe you should go out with him?" He joked.

"Yeah, right." I laughed at myself. "Like I'm capable of being with someone like him."


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