I think-I think when it's all over,
It just comes back in flashes, you know?
It's like a kaleidoscope of memories.
It just all comes back. But he never does.
I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.
It's not really anything he said or anything he did,
It was the feeling that came along with it.
And the crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again.
But I don't know if I should.
I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright.
But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?
Maybe he knew that when he saw me.
I guess I just lost my balance.
I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him.
It was losing me.
-Taken from I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In by Taylor Swift
EVERY GOOD GIRL NEEDS A BAD BOY IN HER LIFE
(-even if it's just to learn what she does NOT want in a guy-)
Everybody's got that one guy.. He's probably a bad guy, he's probably the kind of guy who stays in trouble, who's never going to change, who's never going to 'amount to anything' according to his peers, his co workers, sometimes, sadly, even his own family..
But on the same note, every guy like that has that one girl.. She's probably the type of girl who's really quiet, she's really smart, and well, she's really, really sweet, even when a lot of the time she shouldn't be. The guy feels like he'll never be good enough, so he either doesn't try, or worse, he tries, he hurts the girl, sometimes beyond repair.
But what happens when life throws together two people who are polar opposites and for some reason, Fate just declares them as one? No matter how hard they try and break the ties that bind them, they simply cannot?
If you're wondering the answer to that question, then keep reading this. It's the beginning to a not so fluffy romantic story, one with twists, turns, humorous complications.
Will the story end with them together, or will they finally realize that sometimes you gotta just walk away?
CHAPTER ONE
good girls don't do that
"Mooom.. Do I have to go to school here? It looks.. Dangerous." Giselle muttered as her mother swore lightly in French Creole to herself and then said to her daughter, "This is home now, Giselle."
They were in Ohio, a new town, a cold town, on their own. Her father died over the summer, it was a freak accident, the kind that happens to cops all the time.. He went in to stop a robbery in progress at a local gas station/liquor store and he didn't walk out. Beyond the small but decent funeral they gave her father, the police force really couldn't do anything else to help the two females out.
So her mother was standing on her own for the first time in her entire life, and Giselle was starting the 10 grade as a 'princess' among people that her father probably would have thrown under the jail and he most certainly wouldn't have wanted her going to the same school with a lot of them..
But on the same token, he wouldn't have wanted her making this any more difficult on her mother than it was, already. He'd want her to suck it up, deal with the hand life dealt them, even though for the past few weeks since her father died, all she'd wanted to do was collapse and curl into a ball, cry.
Like a lot of girls, she was a true 'daddy's princess'. They'd done everything together, they'd talked a lot, he'd taken her fishing, taken her to football games, county fairs, her dance practices and when she was into riding horses, the rodeos she entered.
She'd had her entire life mapped out until a few weeks ago, she already knew what song she'd play when she had her father daughter dance at her wedding (Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion).. She'd known what college she was going to attend, (LSU of course, because her daddy went there when he'd been in college and they both loved the Tigers) and she could even sort of picture moments in the future when she'd let her father take her son fishing in their 'fishing hole' all day on a Sunday.
But thanks to some careless asshole who wanted money, didn't care who was on the other side of the gun when he fired it, all he'd cared about was not getting caught and going to prison of course, that was all gone now.. Now she had no idea what she was going to do, or how to feel anymore. Everything hurt and she felt alone.
It wasn't that she and her mother hadn't gotten along, they had, but they weren't as close as she and her father were.. And she could vaguely remember weeks at a time when she'd been younger, smaller, that her mother would just leave with no word, no warning... Her daddy of course, had taken care of her..
What if her mother ditched her here where she knew absolutely no one and never came back? What if her mother started in on the drinking again? All of these worries and fears crept into Giselle's mind, as well as the added new ones she'd gotten since moving to Ohio with her mother, living in a free but crappy and too small apartment in her aunt and uncle's apartment complex..
In the one week they'd been living in Ohio at her aunt and uncle's apartment complex, she'd already seen 3 prostitutes, and heard a shooting, met the local drug dealer, a big and rather creepy looking guy by the name of Lavon.
And she hadn't met the 18 year old boy named Jonathan living next door to them, but judging by what her slightly younger cousin Kaya said about him, she was sort of scared to. She did know that he and his mother fought.. A lot.. And violently.
The walls in the place were paper thin, unfortunately and she had to listen to a parent lay her hands on her own flesh and blood every single night.. She hadn't slept well in the whole week she'd been here, and now, this, starting at a school that looked like a prison, literally, a school that had metal detectors outside the front door for the love of Christ, she felt like she was completely losing her grip on her sanity, her life was slowly slipping farther and farther out of her own control..
"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean.." she said quietly as her mother glared at her and said calmly, "You need to get inside. You're going to be late."
She sighed and got out of the car, walking up the concrete front steps, going through the metal detectors at the door, and then down the hallway to her locker.
The big, and beefy hand slammed her door shut the second she had it open even halfway.
"This my locker, girl."
"No, it's not. It clearly says.." she started, before this guy with intense and slightly wild looking baby blue eyes, shaggy dark blond hair walked over, put his hand on the other guy's shoulder and said something in his ear quietly.
Whatever he said, it had the larger and more intimidating male making a rather hasty retreat.
With the other guy gone, Jon turned to the small brunette who stood in front of him and said in a stiff and slightly mean voice, "Just so ya know, girl.. If I were you? Wouldn't just go mouthin off. Not here. Ya clearly not in fuckin Kansas anymore."
He looked at her a moment, she stared back, still recovering from the slight fear she'd felt a few seconds ago, and then he smirked, gave a slight wink and turned on his heel, walking down the hallway towards the section where the seniors lockers were kept.
"The hell was his problem? I didn't ask for his help. I coulda handled that on my own." Giselle murmured as her cousin Kaya walked over, tapping her as she said "That guy, Elle.. He's bad fuckin news. He's a senior and he's batshit crazy. Guy literally almost got thrown out of a basketball game because somebody accidentally bumped into him, I heard. That was Jon.. Our neighbor. And if ya smart? You'll steer clear."
"Kaya, he can't be that bad, surely, I mean he just helped me."
"Yeah.. Means he wants somethin from ya. Now ya get to try and guess what it is, or what he's gonna do next. It's this game he always plays with girls. Kinda sick really.. But there was this one girl.."
"What about her?"
"Well, I think he was into her.. But he kinda killed her pet, that kinda ended 'em. Can ya blame her though? I mean a guy kills my pet, I'm gonna dump his ass."
Giselle, despite all the things her slightly younger cousin Kaya had just told her, well.. She looked in his direction one more time, raised a brow when she caught him watching her, an angry yet all in the same, curious look in his wild baby blue eyes.
She shrugged it off, poked out her tongue and gave an eye roll as she and Kaya, another girl named Josie skipped past him in the hallway.
"Hey." he called out at her.
"What?"
"If ya wanna keep that tongue, keep it in ya mouth.. Unless ya makin an offer." Jon said as he gave a crude smirk, turned around and shoved the books from his locker into his bookbag.
"I told ya, didn't I? The creep wants somethin from ya."
"Look at her, K.. You can practically smell the virgin on her.."
"Huh?"
"Oh hell.. If he's after that, he's gonna be waitin a long time.. Ms. Pure and Innocent here, Josie?"
"Yeah?"
"Never even kissed a boy.. Hell, she blushes when someone says fuck around her." Kaya giggled as Giselle blushed and then muttered angrily, pouting at this point, "Do not, Kaya."
"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck." Kaya said as Giselle gave her a look and then Josie giggled and said "Hot damn, Kaya, you were right.. And she's older than us? Wow... talk about slow development."
"For one thing, you two, I hardly think that sleeping with guys is something you go around doing for fun then bragging about it.. I might just be oldfashioned, but I'm gonna wait until I find that one guy I can't live without.. Or something, I dunno. And while we're on that, I am not that uptight, Kaya."
"You're practically ocd, Giselle. You need to loosen up, pull that stick outta your ass. Or you're gonna get a lot of what you got today around here." Kaya informed her as the three girls ducked into their homeroom class, took a seat near one another, waited on roll to be called.
When the teacher said his name, she felt the eyes boring into the back of her neck and she turned slightly, just in time to see him rolling his eyes at her, yet still staring at her.
Something told her this was going to be a very very long 3 years for her..
Because she was not sticking around here when she got her diploma. She didn't care where she went, but she was not staying in Ohio.
She wasn't stupid, she saw what one week back in Ohio was doing to her mother.. Twice she'd been drinking when Kaya and Giselle came home from the mall or the park.
She sighed as the bell finally rang and wondered that if her morning had been that eventful, what the hell did the rest of the day have in store for her? Somehow, she had the feeling that whether she wanted to or not, (and sadly, even if she didn't admit it, she did) her day, and the rest of her time in Ohio, was going to be filled with run ins with Jonathan.
And she couldn't decide exactly, if this were a good or a bad thing or not in all honesty.
