Thread: Bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys

hydrogen said Dacey Alfira. Age 17 Height 5'4 Weight 112 See more Bio Head cheerleader. One of the most popular girls at school. Dacey has always been liked and thought well of due to her incredibly sweet and helpful nature. Just like the sterotypical cheerleader she dated the quarterback for 5 months before he cheated on her. Always wears colorful bows and talks to everyone regardless of what her friends or peers may think. Not many have been known to talk to her if they aren't popular. She is always smiling and always cheery..most think of her as the perfect girl. Or what every girl strives to be. Ah mondays. No one ever wanted to come to school on mondays--well no one wanted to be at school anyway--Anyway it was about that timefor class to. start and for her day to truly begin. She always had Ap biology first period, it was one of her favortie classes. The truth was Dacey was a nerd she got straight A's and actually enjoyed learning. Some might say she was just the perfect child. Really she had a horrible home life. Her mom was an alcoholic who had somehow managed to keep her day job and her step dad was always eyeing her like he would pin against a wall and fuck her brains out. Nobody actually knew about her home life except for the guidance counselors that were helping her apply for colleges and helping her get ready for the real world. She sighed softly and gave a warm smile as she approached her locker. She opened it and grabbed her hot pink Ap bio binder and shut her locker. Her school was just like any other school it had its different types of people. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the geeks, the loners, the bad kids that smoked and did drugs and drank, and of course the emo kids that hated their lives. Well Dacey only fit into one of those categories as head cheerleader. As she headed down the hall she smiled at everyone that passed her and she reciprocated their hellos and what not. Once she got in the new teacher Mr.Henson smiled his charming smile and said morning. Mr. Henson was the knewest and youngest teacher at the school and also the most attractive. All of the girls swooned over him, she didn't blame them he was quite a catch and a good teacher too. She shook her head a bit and dismissed such outrageous thoughts. As she waited for class to begin everyone began to pile in. The empty seat beside her was taken by her ex Braden Taylor. Most girls in the school would gaze at him as if he were a go of some sort, but Dacey on the other hand was not impressed with him anymore. Morning Braden. She said softly showing no emotion and not even daring to look at him. The jock smirked and put his arm around Dacey's waist and pulled her in close as he whispered in her ear You know Dace....the winter formal is coming up in a few weeks i think we should go together. He cooed softly placing a light kiss on her neck. This infuriated Dacey....something that rarely ever happened I'm sorry Braden but i am going to have to decline that offer. She said a bit angrily as she pushed him off of her. Before he could retaliate Mr. Henson started a lecture. She breathed a sigh of relief and gave a small smile. Throughout most of the class Dacey tuned out and was daydreaming about her life and what great things she might do in the future. And...to conclude today's class each of you will be assigned a partner on your ecosystems project come see me after class to find out who your paired with. She snapped out of her trance and gathered all of her stuff. The last person i want it o be is braden. She mumbled. Click to expand... Though life wasn't ideal for everyone, there was one individual who didn't have it all that bad, but still wished he was in a better situation. You see, for young Ryland, his parents were both killed a home invasion when he was only 4 years old, they gave their lives to save his. Though seen as heroes, Ryland wished they would have just submitted to the robbers needs and maybe they would still be alive to see him grow up. Over the years after moving in with his grandparents, he started to grow bitter, and took a liking to parties and smoking as much weed as he could get his hands on. Trouble should have been his middle name, the school officer hates him, the principal hates him and the guidance counselor was forced to like him, cause well, it's her job to like all students no matter what. Usually you see these punk kids, or badboys as most girls would call them, as loners, not wanting anyone to talk to them and they don't talk to anymore, but not Ryland, he'll talk to people, he may not have anything nice to say, but he still converses with the other students if the event arises. Everyday, Ryland would wear a different hoodie, whether it be just black, or have one of his favorite bands on the front and back. He would wear a pair of earphones, his long brown hair covering them as he faked his way through classes. Today, Ryland walks into his Ap Bio class, and yes I said Ap bio. Ryland wasn't as stupid as people maybe thought, he realized at an early age that getting out on his own depended on getting out of school as soon as possible. Sitting in the back of his class, wearing torn jeans, skater shoes and a black hoodie with the words FUCK YOU taped over on the front, he jots down notes. Hearing the teacher tell him that he will be partnered up wasn't to his liking, he preferred to work alone, and not have to share ideas with someone. After Dacey walks up to Mr. Henson, her worst fears don't become a reality, he doesn't pair her with her ex, but rather maybe something worse, depending on how she feels about this person. Dacey, you will be paired with Ryland. Ryland couldn't believe it, she might as well be the North Pole and he be the South Pole. Her bubbly attitude was seen as a disease to Ryland, no one could possibly be that happy all the time. Good lord. Ryland exclaimed as he got up and grab his bag, Ryland not being a short fellow, standing at a stocky 6'5, and weighing around 225 pounds. It was easy to see him stand, and the facial expression could tell anyone he wasn't happy. He looks something like that under his hoodie, but longer hair.