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The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Shaxee Date: March 4, 2016, 5:04 am
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That’s Just the Beginning.
Fiona Harper is an angel in her parent’s eyes, her teacher’s
eyes and her classmate’s eyes.
But there is more to this good girl. She’d like to skip a class
or just ditch school altogether. She’d rather be at a party than
in her room studying, but her parent’s would never approve of
that. Unless, of course, they didn’t know.
Adrian Easton is the most popular guy in school; the bad boy
that girls swoon over and guys want to be friends with, but
Fiona pays no mind to him- he’s bad news. When he suddenly finds
himself and his family moving into the house directly beside
Fiona’s; he finds an interest in his…
unique new neighbor; an interest that’ll lead them both to a few
traumatic experiences, feisty arguments, perverted jokes,
childish pranks, funny moments, and maybe even a romantic
interest. But that’s just the beginning.
Rules:
No advertising on my story; just no.
No hate; if you don't like it: leave.
Don't constantly harrass me about the mistakes; I understand
that it's not edited, I'll try and edit it, though. Be patient.
Thank you. :)
Cast:
Holland Roden - Jessie
Colton Haynes - Adrian
Chace Crawford - Chase
Logan Lerman - Logan
Grant Gustin - Trent
Michelle Trachtenberg - Fiona Harper
Crystal Reed - Aunt Cherry
Davis Cleveland (young) - Mattie Easton
Prologue
I finished my homework, placing my notebooks and folders into my
open backpack. I looked out of my window, into the empty one
across from mine.
Such proximity to an empty house, which it’s been for years,
would usually scare me, or anyone for that matter, but it didn’t
bother me. I’m used to this, my old neighbors moved out years
ago and I haven’t heard from them since- they were an older
couple. They were probably dead now, or in a retirement home.
I closed the blinds and then the curtains, heading towards my
bed. Although it was only 9 o’clock, I went to bed.
I know, early for a teenager. But what else is there to do? I
already studied, finished my homework, completed two of my
future projects, read my assigned book, and even read.
There is no point in checking the web, there were no
notifications I could probably get. Well, unless an invitation
to a poker game from my Grandmother counts. I sighed loudly,
staring up at the ceiling as I lay in my large bed. My life is
average.
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Chinwe Date: March 4, 2016, 6:41 am
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Funmby Date: March 4, 2016, 1:17 pm
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Victoriouschild Date: March 4, 2016, 6:01 pm
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Shaxee Date: March 5, 2016, 2:25 am
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Chapter 1: Family Problems
Chapter 1
“Fiona, did you see the moving trucks last night?” My mother
asked me as she prepared breakfast. I shook my head, placing 3
plates on the table. She glanced at me over her shoulder
quickly.
“No, mom; I went to bed early last night.” I said, putting a cup
beside each plate. My mother nodded.
“After studying, I hope.” She stated, taking dessert out of the
oven before placing it carefully onto the stove.
“Yes; I studied for an hour.” I assured her.
“Only an hour?” My father’s voice piped. He sat with his legs
crossed in the chair he usually sat in, beside my mother and
across from me. He had his dark black suit on. This was his
usual choice of clothing, especially when he had meetings or
work- which was always.
“Yes, Dad; I had a large amount of homework.” I said taking a
seat in my usual place as my mother made her way over with the
bowls; salad filled a bowl, Chicken Parmesan in a pan, rice, and
a hefty bowl of broccoli. She placed them in the unfilled spaces
of the table, my father placing his book down as he thanked my
mother for the delicious meal.
As we ate, my parents gave me approving looks as I explained how
school was going and how my friend, Jessie, was. The subject of
my grades came up and I already knew they were going to
overreact at my news.
“I have a B+ in trigonometry.” I stated, digging into the salad
I’d covered with Italian dressing.
“A B in trigonometry? How did you get a B?” My father asked,
gasping loudly along with my over dramatic mother.
“I scored lower than a 90% on a test so my grade dropped a few
points, causing it to drop a letter. But its okay, this quarter
isn’t over yet- I still have a few weeks to raise my grades.
School just started.” I assured my parents, waving my hands.
They gave me disapproving looks and sighed.
“Does a boy have anything to do with this sudden grade drop?” My
mother asked, her index fingers pressing lightly and rubbing
circles into her temples.
“No, Mom.” I assured her. Like a guy would actually talk to me.
Yeah, right. The only guy that ever talks to me is Jack Brandt
and he’s the last thing I’d call hot. And the only reason he
talks to me is because we recently had a project assigned to us,
which I finished alone. Note to self: Approach Jack and have him
sign his name on the project before handing it in.
"You know what? I think I might take Cherry up on that offer.”
My mother said, giving me a pointed look. I knew what she was
talking about. My aunt Cherry offered to stay at my house while
my parents are on business trips- which they go to every week.
And to be quiet honest, I prefer them to be out on business
trips because when they are here, they harass me about keeping
my grades up and staying away from boys.
Throughout a month, my parents are home for about 5 days. And on
those 5 days, they usually shop, pay bills, and pay employees-
such as our maid and chef. Jessie usually consoles me, telling
me that my parents must trust me because her parents wouldn’t
even leave her home alone for an hour. I sighed before placing
my fork onto the table, silencing my parent’s small bickering
session about Aunt Cherry’s offer.
“I think that’s a good idea, Mom,” I stated, letting out a small
sigh. My mother looked at me, shocked and my father looked
confused. “Like you said, it’s not good for a teenage girl my
age to be home alone so often- it gets lonely and it’s not
exactly safe. Sure, our neighborhood isn’t bad- but it’s better
to be safe than sorry.” I stated, using one of the tactics I use
when I want something- which is rarely.
“Excuse me?” My mother said, covering her mouth as she coughed
slightly on her food. Although my parents may be strict about me
maintaining good grades and who my friends are, they barely have
limitations for the things I buy. But that doesn’t mean I can
just go willy-nilly with the money they give me and buy a
stripper pole, but I have a lot of material items.
My parents often give me money. I guess they think it helps fill
the void of them being gone so often, but in reality- all it
does is give me… well, money. Sure, I can buy computers and
perfumes, clothes too but this isn’t something I do often- I
save my money and keep it for college.
As unnecessary as that may sound, seeing as my family is pretty
wealthy, I’d rather pay for my own college fund. But on some
occasions, Jessie manages to pull me out of the house to go on a
shopping spree.
“I said it’s a good idea. She should get here as soon as
possible; when’s your next business trip? How long will you be
gone?” I asked, giving my parents an honest smile. I tried not
to sound too eager. They looked confused as my father looked at
his watch and my mother thought for a second.
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Miss Gold Date: March 5, 2016, 4:07 am
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Shaxee Date: March 5, 2016, 12:16 pm
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Chapter 2: Where we stand
Chapter 2
I unlocked the door to my house to hear pop music playing in the
living room. I smiled widely as I heard my Aunt’s voice. She was
singing along to the song; I silently locked the door and
dropped my bag, well… it wasn't silent, seeing as the music is
fully blasting throughout the house and I’m sure our new
neighbors are crying.
I entered the kitchen to see her dancing in her shorts and tank
top to Avril Lavigne’s ‘Girlfriend.' She's singing at the top of
her lungs while making cookies. I tip-toed behind her and
whispered in her ear, ‘boo.’ I’m guessing she heard it. She
jumped into the air, spinning around and holding her chest as I
laughed loudly, smirking as she glared at me and then smiled.
“You’re home!” She said, hugging me tightly. I nodded, hugging
her back.
“How was the flight?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I shed my
jacket after we departed from our hugs. She sighed, obviously
annoyed.
“It was terrible! Do you know how hard it is to find a last
minute flight on a Friday? I’m sorry that you were alone
Wednesday and yesterday.
I had to work. On a lighter note; how was school?” She asked,
handing me a mixer as she sat herself on the counter and I
pulled up a stool. Sitting on the counter would get me grounded
for life if my parents were here. Besides…
we eat there. Note to self: Disinfect the counter tops.
“It was… odd.” I said, nodding as she turned off the music. She
looked at me with a confused expression. She raised an eyebrow,
urging me to continue.
“Well, there’s this guy-.” I began to say but she cut me off,
squealing in excitement. She smiled widely, giggling excitedly.
“For all you know, I could’ve ended that sentence with ‘that
wants to kill me.’” I stated, crossing my arms and giving her a
flat look.
"Sorry.” She apologized, smiling sheepishly. “I’m just excited
to hear about guys again! I remember High School.” She said,
sighing before looking at me again.
“Well, I don’t even know this guy.” I said, shrugging. “But I
catch him staring at me and looking at me, but not that ‘I like
you’ looking at me, it’s that ‘I’m a creep’ looking at you.”
"Well, who is he?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, attempting
to decipher the mystery that is Adrian Easton.
“He’s Adrian Easton.” I stated, earning another encouraging
glance from her. “And from what I hear from Jessie, is that he
is, well, Adrian Easton. But he’s a bad boy; he seems like a
trouble maker- like he’s bad news.” I replied, biting my lip.
Instead of giving a disapproving look towards me like I’d
expected her to do; she smirked and wriggled her eyebrows.
“So… you got a thing for bad boys?” She asked, smirking. I
sighed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.
“No, I don’t. He’s intimidating. He honestly scares me.” I
whispered, not liking the fact of having to admit something like
that. The last thing I wanted to be labeled as was a punk,
seeing as I already categorize under nerd, loser, loner and
geek.
“Is he hot?” My 28 year old Aunt asked, acting as if she’s 17. I
smirked, rolling my eyes but bit my lip as I nodded. A blush
formed on my cheeks as she giggled and pointed at me.
“On a scale of one to ten, how hot is he?” She asked me. She had
her arms crossed over her chest.
“10,” I said, nodding. “He’s mysterious and it’s so attractive
but it’s so scary at the same time, you know? I mean, he doesn’t
look like he’s a serial killer but serial killers don’t always
give off that ‘Yo, I have bodies in my basement’ look either.” I
admitted.
“Well, I hardly doubt he’s a serial killer in junior year. That
wouldn’t look too good on his college applications. By the way,
are you hungry?” She asked, staring grumpily at the stove. She
was never really a good cook, one heck of a baker, but never an
amazing cook.
“Yeah, somewhat, but if you’re cooking- I’m completely full.” I
joked.
“You should get ready; we’re going out to dinner.” She said,
smiling as she danced around the kitchen.
“When? Is it a formal restaurant or a burger joint?” I asked
with an eyebrow raised. The last time I went to a burger joint
with someone other than Jessie was the last time I saw Aunt
Cherry.
"It’s not formal but don’t go in sweatpants! And I definitely
want to get there before 7.
All of them are crowded with teenagers with intentions of
getting drunk.” She said, wrinkling her nose.
I looked at the clock, it was only four. I might as well get
ready now, so I wouldn’t fall asleep and have 10 minutes to get
ready. I'm extremely tired. I made my way up the stairs.
After showering and wrapping my hair tightly under a towel, I
stood in front of my closet.
Remembering the fact that the restaurant isn’t formal so I
thumbed through my closet. There was no way I was wearing a
skirt, in one of my mother’s many attempts at transforming me
into a girly girl she bought me several skirts and dresses,
which I separate from my other clothes with a thin coat hanger.
Besides, it’s not like it’s so hot that I can’t wear jeans.
After putting on a tank top and sliding into a pair of jeans,
much to my preference, I heard my cell phone buzzing in my
drawer.
‘Can you help me with my homework? Come over, please. It’ll only
take half an hour, I promise. I can’t go to a party tonight if I
don’t do it. Please.' It was a text from none other than Jessie.
I sighed loudly, replying quickly.
‘Yeah, give me a half hour.’ I sent her, earning a happy reply
but instead of responding, I went back to my closet.
After 10 minutes of searching, I decided on a red and black
flannel shirt. Who can go wrong with flannel? My socks went
next, the colorful socks made me smile as I slid on my red
converses. I unwrapped the towel that sat on my head and shook
out my dry, dirty blonde hair, satisfied. I brushed it a few
times and put on a red beanie to avoid it frizzing in the wind.
“Auntie, I’m leaving!” I called out as I neared the front door,
grabbing my backpack that remained beside the door.
“Where to?” She asked, appearing in the doorway of the living
room.
“Jessie’s, she needs help with her homework or she can’t go to a
party.” I simply replied.
“You have your phone?” She asked. I nodded.
“Be home before 7! I’m not going out to a teenager packed
restaurant! If you’re late, you starve!” She urged. I nodded,
laughing lightly as I began heading outside swirling my keys
around on my finger.
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“But why does the ‘x’ go there?” Jessie asked, slamming her
index finger across the paper. I sighed, before replying. We’d
gone over this at least 10 times and she was being stubborn. It
felt like I’d been trying to teach her for hours and I’m
starting to wonder if I have been teaching her for hours. It
sure feels like it.
“Whatever you do to one side, you do to the other. Now stop
complaining or else you’ll never finish your homework and I’ll
be late to dinner and you’ll have to sit at home.” I stated,
pushing her math homework to the side. We moved onto the next
subject and eventually, we finished.
“I have no time to get ready!” Jessie cried, tossing her books
into her backpack. I stared at her as she immediately jumped up,
staring at her phone screen like it was the most important thing
in the world.
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Re: The Bad Girl Behind The Good Girl
By: Funmby Date: March 5, 2016, 2:02 pm
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