Don't mess with the bad boy

My eyes snap open as i hear the lock on the door jiggle. I must have dozed off. Am i being robbed right now? I sit up and stare at the door as the handle pushes down. I don't have enough time to jam a chair under it, so i do the next best thing. I kick my biggest suitcase from the end of my bed just as the door pushes open and it falls directly in front of it, acting as a barricade. I'm a genius.

I hear a surprised squeal on the other side of the door and i furrow my brows. Wait, that doesn't sound like a robber. Pushing myself up to standing, i pull the suitcase back up and pull the door open slightly. A girl, one of the prettiest girls i've ever seen, is stood before me. Her green eyes are wide as she stares at me, her red firery hair pulled up into a ponytail with a few strands loose to shape her face. She has sunkissed freckles all over the bridge of her nose and bright pink glossy lips.

"Hi, uh, i'm your roommate. My name is Emiliana, but you can call me Emmy." She smiles at me brightly, her dimples revealing themselves. I close my gaping mouth and shake my head. I'm the biggest idiot in the world. Of course it's my fucking roommate.

I slap my palm on my forehead and pull the door open, allowing her in. She smiles and steps around my luggage, a starbucks cup in hand. "Shit, sorry." I cringe. "I totally thought i was caught in the middle of a home invasion." i explain. Emmy giggles, placing her coffee on the desk in front of her before taking a seat on her swivel chair. "I'm Jules, but you can call me Jules." I grin at her as she laughs again.

"So, first day huh?" Emmy says, doing a three-sixty on her chair, her ponytail whipping round in a red flash of fire. I nod. "What did you get shipped off for?" She questions and i grin cheekily. I explain to her how i got arrested again for refusing to get down from dancing on a bar. In my underwear. How was i to know the celebration i happened to crash was a funeral? Emmy laughs as i demonstrate on my bed.

"Well, everyone that attends here is either troubled or rich," she explains. "I got sent here because i drove my dads car into a river when i was fifteen. I wanted to see if it could turn into a submarine like Mr Incredible's." I cackle at that. Emmy seems fun. I'm glad i wasn't roomed with some stuck up bitch that looked down on me.

She helps me unpack and even decorate my half with a tapestry and some fairy lighs, which i repeatedly thank her for, and we're done by the start of period four. I'm pretty sure it's lunch time next, undoubtedly my favourite time of day, and i pray silently that the cafeteria food is good. Emmy takes me on an official tour of the school since she has a free period. It's fancy as fuck.

And soon comes lunch. I don't think i get as excited for anything as i do food. We make our way to the lunch hall, where i get a lot of stares, being the new girl and all. I order chicken lasagne because pasta is definitely an all time favourite and Emmy and i take a seat in the far right corner. I wonder if Emmy's friends are gonna join us. As if she reads my mind, she says:

"I actually don't have many friends here." she sighs. "Like i said, half of the students here are stuck up princesses who want nothing to do with the riffraff." she says the last word in a posh british accent, picking up her glass while pointing her pinkie. I smile. I know how it feels. I kinda had a shit reputation in my last school, leaving me with only two friends, who have decidedly cut me off since i left Blackpool. I notice someone walk through the cafeteria doors in my peripheral view.

"Who's that?" I nod in the direction of the boy i walked into this morning as he swaggers in like he owns the place. I watch as girls turn and giggle to their friends while discretely pointing at him, and boys doing that complicated bro hand shake combo thing that i will never understand. I don't see what all the hype is about.

"That, my friend, is Lane Evans." Emmy swoons, resting her chin on her fist as she leans against the table. I really examine him. His brunette hair styled in a middle part around his face. The confident smirk he wears on his lips as he strolls around, stopping to talk to a different person every minute. He's the size of a fucking tree to say the least. I'm not gonna kid myself, he's attractive. Very attractive. But i still don't see the hype.

"He's one of us that were transferred here on bad behaviour," Emmy continues. "You know, drinking, drugs, fighting and all of that. He's hot, but he's a bad boy Jules. You don't wanna mess with the bad boy."

I smile at her. "Well unfortunately for him Em, i'm an even badder girl."

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these first couple chapters are mostly jules settling in, the tea comes later.

thanks for reading ily <3