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