Carly was the nicest, sweetest, most caring person I'd ever met. Which is why I was confused on why she was attracted to bad boys. Take Griffin. He was the baddest guy we ever met. Except for the fact he collected Pee-Wee Babies but nobody's perfect. Anyway, I was the farthest thing from a bad boy. My mom would die if I got just a washable tattoo.So I figured if I became a leather jacket-wearing, trash-talking, rule-breaking bad boy, Carly would go out with me. But it didn't work out that way. Carly didn't fall for me. But someone else did. The baddest of the bad. I didn't even see it coming. Maybe I should start at the beginning...
After I came to the conclusion that Carly dug bad boys, I spent my entire weekend shopping for new clothes and practicing my attitude. My mom almost had a heart attack. When school started Monday I put on the leather jacket and strutted to the school.
Some people laughed and pointed at me. They were making comments on my new look. I shrugged it off and looked around for Carly. I saw her and Sam talking by their lockers. I took a deep breath, flipped up my collar, and walked over to them.
"S'up, ladies?" I asked, leaning against the lockers.
"Hi, Fred-whoa!" Carly said as she turned to look at me. I smiled as I stared at her, her mouth hanging open. Sam stared too.
"Yow, Freddork, what happened to you?" she asked, looking me up and down.
"Nothin'" I replied, "Just releasing my...inner bad boy." I paused for effect. Sam curled her lips into a grin and laughed at me. I stopped leaning against the lockers and sneered at her. "It's not funny!" I yelled. She only laughed harder.
"What...are you...t-talking about?" she gasped between laughs, "You...you couldn't be a bad boy...even if you tried!"
"Oh shut your fat mouth, Puckett!" I shouted. Carly gasped and Sam stopped laughing.
"What?" she asked, a little surprised.
"I said I wanted you to shut your mouth!" I yelled, "I don't need your worthless comments!" The girls looked at each other with shocked faces. I clenched my teeth in anger.
"Wow, Freddie." Carly said quietly, "That...was a little mean." I felt my mouth grin.
"That's 'cause-" I popped my collar again. "-I'm a bad boy." I smiled at them with an arched eyebrow and turned away. I could picture the surprised looks they had in my mind. I kept reliving the moment again until I felt Gibby collide with me.
"Oops! Sorry, Freddie." he apologized. I was about to tell him it was alright when I realized this as a chance to show off my new attitude.
"Sorry don't cut it!" I shouted in his face, and his eyes opened wide, "Get out of here!"
"Huh?" he squeaked.
"You heard me! Scram!" I shoved him and he ran off screaming. The kids in the hall stared at me, their mouths agape. "What're you lookin' at?!" I yelled and they turned away quickly. I smiled and glanced over at Sam and Carly. They were shaking their heads. I strutted past them for my next class and clicked my tongue as I winked. I listened to them after I walked away.
"Oh my gosh!" Carly said, "What happened to him?!"
"I dunno..." Sam said. Her voice had a daydream-y tone to it. I smiled. My plan was working out well.
