Bad boy turned the good girl bad.

Bad boy turned the good girl bad.

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It wasn't about the monsters that surrounded her, it was about the demons that were living inside her. But he was ready to fight. Fight with her demons for her. But she wasn't ready to let him in, not after how he broke her soul brutally. He regretted everything he did after he realised his feelings for her. He realised every girl isn't the same. But he wanted her now. He wanted every inch of her and never wanted to let her go. Ashton Monroe was a lucifer dressed up like a greek god. Arrogant, cocky, famous bully of the school and he was famous for his good looks and cold yet unforgiving nature. You wouldn't ever want to fall in the bad books of Ashton if you want to graduate your college with a smile on your face. Clara Hughes is a girl with a positive attitude and loves herself the way she is. Until everyone pointed out that she was ugly and cursed and was bullied. But her positive attitude never changed. She was a ball of sunshine, whose daydream kind of life turned into a nightmare just because people around her thought she was unfit based on her looks. She was fine with it, until HE walked into her life. She felt that he breathed by bullying her. He broke her to an extent that she couldn't take life anymore and killed the positivity inside her. She fell for her bully, something she never thought would be possible even in her wildest dreams. And she knows she'll be paying for it forever.

Chapter 1 Clara

Clara

"I don't want her here, have you thought about my reputation?" my mom hissed as I hid behind a pillar and saw her arguing with my dad.

"She's not a 'thing', she's our daughter and of course she'll live with us." Dad retorted, straightening his coat.

"I don't want her to live here. We'll be fighting if she's less than a day away." She spat, and tears instantly stung my eyes. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

"She'll be here, I don't want any arguments. I'm going to a meeting." My dad glared at her.

"I don't promise to be nice to her," my mother yelled, stomping her way to her room. I saw Dad sighed, shook his head to the left, and left the house.

I stood there wondering if my decision to come back was the right one.

I know I am an intruder in this home. I have lived with my grandmother in the country since I was born, until today, my father took me back to them. But it seems like I never belonged here.

I was full of anticipation, thinking that I would be greeted with hugs and kisses from my parents, and a welcome from my brothers and sisters.

However, none of this is what I expected.

My mother, the way she looked at me like I was a disgusting slug on a rainy day made her despise.

I clenched my fists , and suddenly felt that the place was cramped , and my breathing slowed down. The urge to escape ran rampant in my heart.

I try my best not to let my tears flow down, it's not my fault.

Pushing open the door, I ran out.

I don't know where I'm going, but as long as it's not here.

Anywhere is fine.

After a while, I was tired and out of breath.

This whole body of flesh has become my obstacle. I wanted to run farther and let go of my displeasure, but my size wouldn't allow it.

For the first time, I hated my obesity.

I was relieved with the cold wind blowing in my face and my hair flying behind me, giving me a sense of freedom.

I'm glad she didn't notice I was there when she was talking to him.

That just made me more embarrassed.

I stumbled back a few steps tired , well, I am so big that I tend to lose my center of gravity, just when I thought I was about to fall backwards , a hand wrapped around my arm and supported me.

Thank goodness I didn't fall over and embarrass myself in front of strangers on my first day in this new city.

"Are you okay?" A male voice said rudely, and I suddenly looked up at him.

Damn time has stopped.

The female part of me has an urge to scream when I see a Greek god in front of me.

If anyone thinks perfection never exists, I'll push that person's picture to that person and dump them.

I could gaze forever into those emerald eyes that have captured my heart and made it beat faster. When my skin got goosebumps, tingling erupted where he touched me, he immediately moved his hand away as if my touch disgusted him, and took a step back.

I, who was full of gratitude in my heart, was annoyed by his actions.

"Excuse me." I raised my voice, knowing my apology didn't sound kind, and that's what I meant.

"You 're not excused." He snapped at me, making me want to punch him in the handsome face.

It really has a beautiful skin.

I was so blind, I thought he was handsome just now?

"You don't have to be rude," I said, my voice lower than before.

"If you have any opinion on my rudeness, go away, I don't care." He said in a cold voice that sent shivers down my spine. I blame it on the cold weather and the shorts I was wearing.

"I don't know if you pig are dreaming, like someone is going to kill you. If you have eyes, you can see me in the middle of the road." He said arrogantly, stepping forward to threaten I.

I was startled by his momentum , I immediately took a step back.

"If you see me running in your direction, you should move away, " I replied, holding my head up and not wanting to flinch.

"Do you really think you can stop right away? Look at you. If I hadn't given you a hand, I'd probably be crushed by this hundreds of pounds of flesh, " he said, going from head to toe Scanning my body as if examining me, heat rose to my cheeks, then looked away immediately.

This is nothing short of insulting!

My face became hot, and I knew that my face must be as red as a dye.

The surrounding discussions made my head lower and lower.

"You are really unreasonable..." I protested in a low voice.

As he took a step forward in my direction, his eyes darkened and my feet forgot to move. " My unreasonableness doesn't affect my life. I don't need your opinion. Now get the hell out of here and don't affect my mood. " He spat.

" Why should I go? Is this the road built by your family? " I was about to lose my composure and moaned in my heart.

"I'm leaving you only because I'm in a hurry. Orelse Ashton Monroe won't let you go so easily next time. You better be good and get out before I do! " he growled like a beast, flashing Fear rushed into my blood.

I don't know how I left, I was not wrong, but I walked away with shame.

Are people in the city so unreasonable and arrogant?

The vibrating phone interrupted my thoughts.

I grab the vibrating phone, slide the green button, and hold it close to my ear. "Where the hell have you been?" Mom screamed, making me sigh.

"I ran away, isn't this what you want ?" I asked, my voice very soft, hoping she would refuse.

"Don't let your daddy think I dumped you" she yelled, making me step away from my phone in horror.

Half an hour later, I arrived home out of breath. I wiped the sweat off my face and went in to find her sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Instead of satisfying her ego, I walked straight to my room without hearing her shout.

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The next morning, I quickly got ready in my hoodie and leggings, and grabbed my car keys, bag, phone, and my cards before leaving.

I grabbed a maid's sandwich from the aisle and walked to my car, speeding through my college, trying to get there on time.

I parked the car in the parking lot and walked through the main entrance of Ravenwood High School. I needed to find out where the administration building was before I was late and the cafeteria was the first thing I saw.

I went there to find my brother standing in the hallway, and a smile instantly formed on my lips, but it came and went as fast as it came.

He was talking to someone and his eyes wandered around and then settled on me. He looked around again, then smirked at someone I didn't see.

William strode up to me and put his arms around my neck and kissed my temples and I nearly had a heart attack.

Now all eyes are on us, and someone even started recording. what happened? "This is Clara. My beautiful sister." He announced to me with an evil smile before walking away.

I also heard him call me a bitch last night!

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