Addicted To The Bad Boy
r. She was holding two balloons and a kazoo. I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling, but I lov
the first day back at my last school." I set my make-
I had shared with her all summer. My beautiful, smart, funny mother of seventeen years could not, scratch tha
ith your friends this year. You know we had to move because of the divorce. We
. I had huge plans for senior year with Addie and Lacey back home,
" I shimmied in my jeans, and mom
precious baby girl at the young age of twenty-two. Our red hair matched, but our eyes, not so much. I have blue while
this year, you won't get pregnant." The look in her
n on keeping it that way for a while,'
messenger bag, which already held a few
on my first day of school. Not that this was
ook, I hugged my mom and ran to my car. She tried to say something else, but I slammed the car door
area. It looked like some classes could be accessed from outside while the rest of them required you to go into the
f and looked around. I had to figure out where my first class's room was on my own. I co
dents started to disperse even before t
ve asked someone. Now, it was too late. Before f
ere, all I coul
pening my eyes, I saw a tall blonde girl with a tiny button nose and
it is the end of the year y
her neck and outstretched her hand. She was pr
senior?" Her head tilted. She was very pretty. I wished I had the co
, and I am already lost. Pretty embarrassing, right?" I w
in her purple bag and gr
r head side to side like a cart
you there. The bad news is we are late!" She darted off in one direction. It took me a s
w window on it, she opened the door and
her said. He already had written his nam
r. Brad, handed out the syllabi, he read it word for word and then popped in a
to me. I hung my head
t me kicked out of clas
any hot plans?" she asked. It was nice
n. I'll drive!" She smiled and went back to doodling on her syllabus, pushi
d me, causing Mr. Br
looked around. No one said anythin
looking up from her doodling.
her, which rolled on her desk, an
whisper and
us both to start laughing loudly. Mr. Brad kic
s for
e of the door. Hannah shrug
nd who i
se? Oh, right, I fo
me. I am
He is the king of Hampton High. He is hot and a
d continued, "But that doesn't matter! W
ow." Being at someone's house withou
ah gave me an exaggerated sad face. I rolled my eyes,
xt me your address." She managed to slip my ph
of crazy about things like this." She han
nts love me!" I la