Bad Boy Attraction - Jennifer Trevino (chapter books to read to 5 year olds txt) 📗

Start with a Bad Reputation

First Day of School- 1 year ago

 

            The day was crispy and cold the air a fresh breeze and the sky a dark gold as the sun slowly ascended, the school was bustling with young teenagers ready to begin their first day of school. Most of the hallways were full of confused freshmen and friends just hanging around waiting for the bell to announce the next period.

            In the middle of all this chaos walked a beauty with a sorrow expression set on her pale face and a silent voice who was unaffected by all the shoving and loud student body. Her whole atmosphere was implementing sadness and negativity; it wasn’t surprising that many male and female students paused for a moment just to glance her way.

But she didn’t notice, her attention was focused on the dark floor and finding the direction of her second period. The schedule in her hand was crumpled and held tightly as she maneuvered herself through the hallway.

            She seemed like a gentle girl with concern toward people, and a selfless attitude under her exterior. Her light brown hair with golden strands swayed just three inches down her slender shoulders, her body petite and fragile.

            Just a few paces behind walked a tough, young man with a muscular toned body, and a cold front attitude toward anyone who so much as glanced his way. His dark black bangs swayed over his forehead parting to show a pair of onyx eyes that could kill. His whole demeanor expressed a complicated and tough lifestyle, not to mention the deadly glare. One would glance at him and instantly assume he is a delinquent, a guy you didn’t want to mess with.

            The bell rang through the school, alerting the teenagers of the beginning of first semester and the start of second period. Everyone had their schedules that they received in first period, and were ready to start fresh. In the first hall all the way to the back was the English classroom, which had an amount of twenty-four students all seated and silent.

            The sorrowful beauty was seated at the front, her eyes darting over the room her whole body trembling out of nervousness. The English teacher was introducing herself from the front, her loud cheerful voice making her feel calmer every second.

            Just when Natalie had felt like this school year would be normal and easy, the door abruptly opened. She glanced at the criminal and flinched at his scary expression, he was like a wild man for a sixteen year old. Everyone had to have lived in the dessert if they didn’t know the infamous gangster, John Mathew.

            “Your name, please?” The teacher asked her voice was laced with irritation at the self-centered boy. Her eyes narrowing as she looked up and down at the long-haired, tanned barbarian who stood tall and proud.

            “John Mathew,” he answered his eyes looking down at her, the teacher seemed threatened by his atmosphere, just like everyone else.

            “Okay…well I hope you won’t arrive late again, I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” she declared with a deep frown. “You can sit all the way in the back,” the teacher directed, her long finger pointing at a lone seat near the window.

            He shrugged and walked casually over to his seat, everyone he passed was either too frightened to breath or shifting their eyes away from him. Natalie felt her heart accelerate when he passed, not because of how good-looking he was but because he was scary and had a cold glare.

            John sat down and glanced outside absentminded, he was used to the way people looked at him but it was just damn ridiculous. Rumors were very interesting and amusing especially when it centered about him.

            Why he has heard so many that he was sure he couldn’t count them all, most were terrifying disgusting while others made him laugh at how they perceived him to be. Yes it was true he was bad, but that was in the past he has gotten over the dark side of being a gangster. Now he did it for fun and amusement, instead of doing it to hurt and destroy people’s lives’.

            In the front Natalie was dismayed to find out she was in the same classroom as the notorious Bad Boy, the one who ruined people’s mood by bullying. He was someone she absolutely could despise, and that’s saying something because she wasn’t one to hate anyone. But John was an exception he could beat up a mob with ease, and had most of the girls around his finger. It was a question to why they would like someone so mean and horrible like him, she in the most would never fall for someone like him. Ever.

            And that’s how the first year began, the two of them vowing their own goals, one to ruin anyone who was close to him, and the other vowing never to fall in love again. Both with uncertain feelings ignoring the pull they had to each other, the attraction that was so obvious…if they only paid attention. 

Troublesome Excuse

Troublesome excuse~

 

 

Natalie Parker is a very gentle, petite girl who is always standing in the side her expression sorrowful and silent. At school she sat quietly and listened to her teachers and paid attention, rejecting anyone who came close enough to form some kind of relationship. She preferred spending her time with a book at hand or taking care of the flowers and plants that resided in the first floor of her home.

Her life was a normal, boring span of nothingness. She was mature for her age but she was unhappy and slowly suffering inside as she grieved for her loved one. Her innocence wiped away by darkness, and her pureness intact. Such a lovely girl would be expected to have fun and go shopping, spending time with her boyfriend.

But she wasn’t interested in all that stuff anymore, Natalie was just a puppet left to wander aimlessly through a shadowed world. She didn’t know this but deep inside herself she craved to be loved and cherished just like any other girl.

She and her mother lived in a two story building with the first floor being a small flower shop that sold well. While the second floor consisted of the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and three small rooms with enough space to move around. On some days Natalie would help her mother sell well, wasting her blossoming years working for no pay.   

And this was one of those days when Natalie was all alone in the shop trying to sell flowers. Her mother had just left to buy some groceries, and had left Natalie in charge.

Natalie tied her chestnut hair up into a ponytail, and put on the shop’s apron on top of her jeans, and blue blouse. The shop’s white apron had her family’s name, “Parker flower shop”. After she was done she went to the front of the store to wait for customers.

At first there was just people walking past the shop admiring the flowers, but they didn’t buy any. But then Natalie got her first customer, a young middle-aged woman with short blonde hair.

“Um, excuse me but do you have any yellow roses?” The woman asked Natalie politely. Natalie nodded, and went to fetch a beautiful yellow rose wrapped up from the bottom in paper.

“How beautiful, but I think I have changed my mind. Can you get me a red rose,” she said as Natalie showed her the rose.

Natalie nodded, and went to go get a red rose. But when she got back the lady seemed to have a hard time trying to choose which flower to get. Natalie stood by her hand still holding both roses waiting patiently for the woman’s answer.

“Which one do you recommend? The red or yellow rose?” The woman asked her as she eyed the roses in thought.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really know,” Natalie answered honestly.

And with that her only customer left without even buying anything.

Natalie inhaled and then exhaled as her eyes darted over all the people passing the shop. No one seemed interested in buying at the shop today. So she went inside, and sat down behind the counter on a plastic stool.

“Cling, Cling,” she heard the front door open, and she immediately stood up from her seat walking to the entrance.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw who the customer was.

There stood a tall, toned, tough delinquent with a pained expression underlining his perfect chiseled face. His long dark, black hair fell just over his shoulders, sticking to his sweaty face and his bangs falling above his scary eyes.

His shirt was ripped in sharp lines, exposing a tanned olive complexion underneath the black shirt. He was holding his shoulder in anguish, crimson blood dribbling down the arm. 

John Mathew, the delinquent that ruled the school with arrogance and brute strength. She was shocked to find her classmate standing right before her with a weak defenseless expression.

Their eyes stayed still and unwavering for a minute, before he glanced at her demeanor with narrowed eyes. She felt nervous under his gaze; it was as if she was an albino tiger at a zoo.

“Hide me,” he declared suddenly, his deep voice sending a shiver up her spine. 

Natalie swallowed nervously, and nodded frightened. Heaven knows what he will do to her if she ignored his command; maybe she would be the target of bullying or worse get beaten up by this mad man.

 Without asking any questions as to how he got injured, she went over to him and with trembling fingers wrapped her left arm over his waist and led him to the back of the store where he slid down the wall and inhaled deeply.

Natalie wandered back to the front and before she could open the glass door, it suddenly opened by itself. A group of three men came in looking out of breath; all held a bad atmosphere and wore gangster clothes. One of the men with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail noticed her and glared at her.

“Have you seen a guy running around here with an injury?” He questioned with narrowed eyes.

             She shook her head, and hoped he wouldn’t find John in the back.  He looked disappointed, but didn’t look convinced. He signaled the other two to examine the shop and she stood shaking in fear hoping they would just leave.

             Natalie took a huge gulp in, and stared at the bushes nervous he would find John. Hopefully the guy didn’t get near John’s hiding’s spot. But as hard as they searched they couldn’t find a trace of him, to their disappointment. And to her relief they gave up after a few minutes.

         “Bitch, you know what happens if you’re lying, right?” He questioned his cold icy eyes unnerving as they locked with hers.

Natalie nodded.

         “You better be saying the truth, or I will make sure we come after you next,” he threatened with a hidden intent behind his low tone. She was too