Living With the Badboy

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It was one ordinary day. It was one ordinary drive to the store. It was one extraordinary car crash. After her mom suffers from a terrible car accident, Brooklyn is forced to live with her neighbor, Ms. Waters who happens to have a son, Xavier. Now, it wasn't so bad apart from the fact that Xavier was the baddest bad boy in her whole school, banging girls one week days and breaking hearts on weekends, disobeying the law, drinking, you know, your average bad boy stuff. But what happens when they start living together? Will Xavier help her heal? Will Brooklyn break his bad boy ways? Or will he stay the same and continue on his streak until it's broken in the hardest, most terrible way possible? © 2016 Jordan_Taylor_xo Amazing cover by @Grand_

Romance / Humor
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Chapter 1

”Are you ready?" My mom asked me for the thousandth time as we pulled into the parking lot of the school.

"For the thousandth time, yes." I laughed. "There's no need to worry about me. I've been the new girl plenty of times."

"I know baby girl, sorry about that." she said as she cupped my check. "It's just that work-"

"It's alright mom, I understand." I smiled as I placed my hand on top of hers. "I'm going to be alright."

She smiled at me as the car stopped in front of the school. "There's my girl. Always strong. Always persevering."

I smiled at her. "I get it from my mother." I also share her hair, her nose, and her dimples. The only thing I got from Him is my gray eyes. That was the only quality about him that I actually liked.

"Of course you do!" she laughed. "Now hurry on in there before you're late."

"Love you, mom." I said before I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Love you too Brookie Bear!" she called after me as I climbed out of the car. I tensed up a bit due to the fact that I hate- no, loath that name, but I decided to let it slide just this once.

As I walked the long walk way toward the school, I felt my heartbeat speed up. Yeah, I've been the new kid a million times to the second power, but it didn't prevent me from feeling nervous on the first day. Nothing would. As I made my way to the doors, I heard the roar of the student body spilling from the school. Oh lord....

As I opened the door, I was taken back by the loudness of the school. I swear I'm going to be deaf before the end of the day.

As I walked, I couldn't help but notice all of the social groups; the nerds were against the lockers on the left side of the halls, the Jocks were in the middle of the hall flexing and flirting with the Populars/ Plastics, and then there were everyone else. I continued walking until I got to my locker. I quickly put in my combo and grabbed my things. I'd came one day during the summer where they showed me my locker, my schedule, and where all my classes were located, so I practically knew this school like the back of my hand. The only difference, though, was that lack of students that day.

Suddenly, a hush went over the hall. I turned around to see the most handsome face I'd ever seen standing in the door way, looking everyone like he owned them. He had short tousled brown hair that my fingers were aching to run themselves through, he had demanding green eyes with specks of yellowish-orange, plump pink lips that my body carved, and the face of a Calvin Klein model. I shook my head as I turned back to my locker and closed it.

My plan was to just ignore him and that beautiful face of his, but alas, I had no such luck. I just felt something compelling me to turn back around and look at him. He had that aura of power around him so strong that you can't help but to stop and stare.

I could see that Populars/ Plastics "adjusting themselves" to look bigger than they actually were, and the jocks narrowing their eyes at the model as their booty calls batted their eyelashes flirtatiously at their new piece of man candy. Even the Nerds pried their eyes from their various devices and books to gawk at the boy. He smirked as he ran his hand through his hair, which was the single most attractive thing ever. And, if you listened closely, you could hear every pair of ovaries in the female population explode.

I wanted him. No, I needed him.

"Don't even think about it." a voice said from next to me, causing me to jump in surprise. She chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare ya there." she smiled. "Hi, my name's Liz."

Liz had brown eyes and the face of a female model-Why does everyone here have to be models?- even though she didn't have any make up on. She had the body that every girl wanted, curvy in all the right places, and me? I can barely make it five minutes without messing everything up.

"Brooke," I said. "Who's that?" I asked as I turned back to the beautiful stranger who was now surrounded by his fellow models.

"Oh him?" she asked in disgust as she narrowed her eyes at him. "That's Xavier aka, the player that loves toying with girls emotions."

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is that so?"

"Totally," she said. "He an arrogant bad boy player who stops at nothing to get what he wants. I would stay away from him if I were you if you don't want to be his next victim, and trust me when I say this: you don't." I nodded. He may be hot, but that doesn't mean that I have to give myself over to him just to be played like a piano.

I ran a hand through my hair as I let out a slow breath, along with every want to be with him."Thanks for the warning."

"It's my burden to warn clueless girls like you about the dangers of the school." she said, jabbing her thumb toward Xavier.

"Some burden, Superman." I laughed.

"Back off." she said as she playfully narrowed her eyes at me as the bell rang. "What class do you have next?" She asked as we were swallowed by the sea of students, feeling the rapids as people tried pushing through and falling.

"Maths." I whined. Now don't get me wrong, I love math. I think I'm the rare breed of people that sees math as problems waiting to be solved, and not as trash we'll never use.

True, I'll probably never need to find the ratio of a circle or how many squares could fit in a box....well, not unless I become a circle inspector or box boxer, which is highly unlikely, but you could never be too sure....

Liz winced as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Oh, tough luck."

"What do you-"

"Good luck!" She sing-songed before she pushed me in a random direction, causing me to crash into a dozen students before I stumbled-quite literally- into my class, nearly falling on my face in the process.

Luckily no one had noticed, all of them absorbed in their own worlds with their own people. I dragged myself to my seat that I was assigned in the back of the room, muttering curses under my breath.

As if I were a magnet, as I walked by, people's eyes attracted to me, sticking and not moving.

I ignored them as I plopped down in my chair just as the bell rung, all eyes still on me, whispers and murmurs floating through the air.

It's better that they notice me now instead of when I almost face planted. I thought with a shrug before I ventured into La La Land.

I was interrupted from La La Land, featuring Channing Tatum, unicorns, and Calvin Klein models, by someone tapping me on the shoulder.

I turned around to my poker to see the one and only Xavier.

Oh schnitzel.

"Uh, you're in my seat." He whispered with an amused smile plastered on his godly face.

Remember what Liz said. I thought to myself as I put on my poker face.

"Um, I'm pretty sure this is my seat." I said with a shrug. "Oh and look! There's another chair over there and over there and over-"

"But this one's mine." He said, irritation seeping into his voice.

"Well too bad." I said poking out my lip. "Looks like you're gonna have to find a new one 'cause this one's mine." I gave him an innocent smile as I waved him bye.

He looked at me in shock. I guess no one's really talked back to him. Time for that to change.

He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to my ear, his warm minty breath fanning over the side of my face. "Now listen here, I don't know who you are or why you're in my seat, but it's obvious that you're new here, so I have some advice for you; I have a lot of power in this school and you will not disrespect me again, got it?" He whispered in a low, serious tone that sent shivers up and down my spine. But I couldn't let him know he affected me, so I kept a straight face.

"Or what?" I challenged, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Or I'm gonna-"

"Mr. Waters, Miss. Williams, do we have a problem?" A voice asked from the front of the class room. I held my glare with Xavier because I didn't have to move to know that it was Mr. Fiddle, aka Mr. Chicken. Now, you may be wondering Why do you call him that?

Well the answer is quit simple. He had big knobby knees, I long slim neck, and eyes that are way too big for his head, and were intensified by his giant think glasses, so hence the name Mr. Chicken.

"No Mr. Fiddle. Just that Miss. Williams is having trouble finding her seat." Xavier said with a smirk, causing a scowl to form on my face.

"Hate to break it to you buddy, but she's right where she's supposed to be. You and her are desk partners."

His jaw dropped and I smirked at him. "Better luck next time, partner." I whispered, the smirk not leaving my face as he plopped down in his chair, scowling.

"You know karma's terrible right?" He asked.

"Yeah? Well luckily so am I." I said with a smile before I turned to the front where Mr. Chicken was starting the lesson, still feeling Xavier's hateful gaze turn into the side of my head.

"So, class let's open our books to chapter twenty five and...." I tuned out after that. Since math was easy, I didn't need the lesson, when I see it, I'll know what to do. It's my superpower I guess.

After he was done, we were passed our homework and it was silent work time.

When I was in the middle of the fifth question, Xavier pokes my shoulder. Just ignore it Brook. Just ignore-


Come on Brook. So if x times the square root of-


"What?!" I snapped, causing Xavier to put his hands up in mock surrender.

"Woah, girl I just wanted to know if you understood number three."

I gave him a polite smile and said "Of course I do, and I would gladly show you, but how would you learn if I just handed the answers over to you on a silver platter? Now where's the fun in that?"

He glared at me. "You know what, you don't always have to be annoying."

"And you don't always have to be arrogant." I shrugged before I got back to my work. I felt him glaring holes into the side of my face, but it didn't phase me. Boohoo, Pretty Boy didn't get his way! Does it look like I care?

I continued working until the bell rung. I'd already finished all twenty five problems, so I packed up and was ready to go on my way when a hand shot out and grabbed my arm and spun me around.

Xavier was shamelessly looking me up and down, half analyzing me and half checking me out. "What do you want?" I asked as I ripped my wrist out of his hand.

"What's your name?" He asked in a low voice.

"Why?" I asked defiantly crossing my arms over my chest.

"Because I asked." He said, slowly, but surely closing the space between us.

"Brooke." I said.

"Brooke," he whispered, now basically on top of me, his warmth radiating off him in waves. "What a beautiful name."

"Yeah, it means water, now move before I'm late for my next class." I said as I tried to move past him. Underline the word tried.

"Say please." He said.

Was he serious. "Xavier-"

"Or you could get a detention for being late, the choice is yours."

I hated that he had the upper hand in this, but he was right for once. I couldn't get a detention on the first day, or any day because then I wouldn't have a ride to school and my house is at least a thirty minute walk from here.

"Can you please let me go?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying not to slap him.

"Hm, let me think about it," he said as he tapped his chin. "No." He smirked.

"Do you want a detention too?" I asked.

"I've gotten so many, it doesn't phase me anymore, so do you're worst." He smirked.

"Well it phases me, do if you don't mind-"


"Dang it." I said in frustration as I ran a hand through my hair and he just chuckled.

"You're cute when you're mad, Princess."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yeah." He said, causing me to scoff. My mom hated it when I did that because she said it was "un-lady like" but she wasn't here and she hasn't met this boy.

"Just let me go so I can get to class."

"As you wish." He said and just like that, he moved. Why couldn't he have done that three minutes ago?

"Thank you for being a jerk." I said sarcastically before I hurried out of the class room, but not before he yelled "See you in detention!"

Man, Karma really is terrible.

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