Falling For The Bad Boy

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Chapter 3

Emma seemed like a really nice girl. She told me the ins and outs of Ryland and told me who to hang out with and who to avoid. She even told me about the different cliques. There were the jocks, the cheerleaders, the populars, the preps, the geeks, and the rebels.

As the weeks went by, she started becoming a really good friend. It felt good knowing I didn't have to feel alone without Maddie, especially after my breakup with Kyle. I didn't wanna tell her about it, though. I was still healing from the trauma, and talking about it would only make me feel worse.

As I sat down with Emma at lunch one day, I noticed a girl with sandy blonde hair approach me. She had on a violet t-shirt and denim daisy-duke shorts, and there were two other girls with her. One wearing a lavender shirt and denim capris, and the other wearing a pink shirt and denim jeans. Probably her minions, I thought.

"That's Abby Huston," Emma whispered in my ear. "She's the head cheerleader. I wouldn't mess with her if I were you."

"Well, if it isn't the new girl," Abby said as she walked up to me. "I hope you and I aren't gonna have any problems." As she said that, she flipped her hair back and walked off, her minions following close behind her.

I certainly didn't want to associate with her, so I decided to avoid her at all costs.

Little did I know that it was gonna be more difficult than I though.


The next day, as Emma and I walked into the cafeteria for breakfast, I spotted a boy looking my way. He looked like he was one of the rebels, with his cropped black hair, black tank top, and dark jeans. He looked around my age and surprisingly handsome.
"Hey, Emma," I whispered. "Who's that?"
"Oh, that's Cole Anderson. I wouldn't waste my time with him, though."
"Um, okay."
He seemed interesting, though. But I took Emma's advice and decided to avoid him. I wasn't ready to get into a relationship anyway. I was too afraid of getting hurt again.
All of a sudden, Abby came walking up to us.
"What do you want, Abby?" Emma asked.
"Stay away from Cole, new girl. He's mine."
"He broke up with you months ago," Emma said. "He's never getting back together with you."
"We'll just see about that. Just watch your back."
As she walked away, I saw Emma clench her fists.
"Uh, Emma, what was that about?"
"Her and Cole used to date, and now that she saw him looking at you, she thinks he likes you."
"I don't even know him. But why are you so pissed about it?"
"Well, uh, Cole and I used to be best friends." She told me that they used to sit together at lunch every day, but during junior year, he started dating Abby. "I despised her so much. Mostly because he spent all his time with her, and he forgot all about me. I could tell he was unhappy, though. She was so manipulative, and she bossed him around. I tried to convince him to break up with her, but he kept telling me he loved her. Then he found out she cheated on him with one of his friends. After that, he just kept to himself, and we stopped talking. I guess he felt guilty he didn't listen to me in the first place."
"Well, love does make you blind."
As I said that, I finally got up the courage to tell her about my breakup with Kyle. "We were together for almost a year, and I thought he really loved me. Then I found out a few days before our one-year-anniversary that he was cheating on me."
"Wow. That's awful."
"Yeah. I'm glad I told you that, though."
"Me too. And now you don't have to go through it alone."
"Yeah. My best friend, Maddie, even cut him out of her life."
"And now you have me to help you through this healing process."
When she said that, my heart felt warm. Even though Maddie was so far away, I still had a friend to cheer me up.
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