Bad boy turned the good girl bad.

ok three steps, and suddenly something blocked my way, and I stumb

n the hi-fi, and Rosalie immediately walked over

ears as she put her hands behind my back,

e sat next to me. I closed the door and burst

ie hugged me quietly, put her ar

weigh 180 lbs at 17 and that gives everyone

ry time someone hurts me. I wish I was ruthless and I

to the principal," Rosalie said, trying

ected. "Why?" Her brow furrowed

ed away my tears, and murmured. Mom already hated

a low voice. Leaving school on the first day suck

car, and sat in the driver's seat wi

r heart?" she asked, her v

don't have time to look at anythi

g while I looked outside and let my mind wander. I don't know why she

omeone, they prove me wrong

on my face when I locked the door. "This mansion belongs to my father," I said, pointing to the mansion next door to her. She looke

of fun . But you're in a mess and need to clean up, " she

ke a child. "Mom, where are you? I want to introduce you to someone," she ca

n the sofa in the living room, which looked very cozy and beautiful. Plants, pictures, bo

s together, and she's our neighbor" Rosalie spoke like a bullet train whil

e. "Something must have happened to you, go and wash up. You're w

when I see

have it, I love being

s pleasant and made

pal about this matter. But is it really useful? You see that

rich, but compared with powerful peop

d to try first. Headmaster, he's a good m

ut I'm willing t

se trouble for you. Today you stand out for me and have attracte

she just said don

someone who comes to school on the

the message notificat

e school knows you by now, and you're at the

number, but, I knew

an talk l

clicked, and the school

d retweets, I thin

ma

own car. Promising to text her soon, I walked into the liv

ry, I wanted

here for two days and you're giving us trouble." I stood t