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Bad Girl and Her Good Boy

Jalasia Delarae Jenkins has always been a rebel never listening to anyone not even her parents living a life of solitude because she could never make any friends because she was bullied... But it all changed once she hit seventh grade she began fighting never having to worry about anyone messing with her again Blake Jaden Crowley a tall shy white boy who is of causcasian and Irish descent who wore glasses every since he was three has always been bullied for not "fitting in with the crowd" What happens when they're paired by their social studies teacher for a project Will love blossom? How Will Jalasia family about her being in love with a white man? Will their love be able to pass the storms that lie ahead?

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11 Chs

Chapter 10

Jalasia POV

As we drove back home from the mall not even before we pulled off, but as soon as we got in the car mom starts chewing me out on the conversation before Blake and his mom came over

"I deserve some respect as much as I try to help you and convince your father from sending you to a Catholic school!" Mom screeches and I tune in

"What did you say?" I ask turning my head in her direction and she bites her lip knowing this was not going end well

And she is definitely right

"He wants to send you to Catholic for all girls." Mom whispers as she regrets saying it in the first place

"Okay." I said and popped my headphones right on in to block out any potential explanation

I'm sick of her covering for that man like she thinks I'm blind, but I see very clearly I am not dumb in the slightest

I see and hear everything I had a feeling father was about to pull a stunt, but nothing like that he acts as though me going to a Catholic school will stop me from fighting or dressing how I want

He has another thing coming... They all do...

But I couldn't help it as mind drifted back to the boy with the freckles

Blake

That's his name and to be honest it suited him and his personality well he seems to be one of the quiet types which would also mean he mostly gets bullied

"Ahh." I sigh softly realizing this meaning I don't have just myself to protect any more

I have to protect him too

I blush realizing what I'm thinking about protecting a boy I barely know what has gotten into me

But why is it that I have this urge to protect him?