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The bad boy hates me

Lexi Monroe is a seventeen year old senior. Everything was perfect until her boyfriend dumped her unexpectedly. The terrible thing is that she still likes him, a lot. Now meet Tyler Evans. He's drop-dead gorgeous guys at school. Tyler and Lexi used to be close friends at middle school but everything changed because of a little misunderstanding, so they became sworn enemies. What happens when their lives became intertwined again and they had to act as fake lovers? Will they overcome their differences or will they make things worse? Find out in this interesting and intriguing story.

Irene_Ofure · Adolescente
Classificações insuficientes
15 Chs

CHAPTER 11

"Whoa!" Emily cut me off. "Do you ever breath when you talk." She said jokingly, giggling a little.

I laughed as heavy breaths came out. "Sorry." I pulled my hair behind my ear. "I'm always ranting."

"Okay so I'm either getting this one-" Emily held up a dark red, knee length, strapless dress. "Or this one." She held up another short dress but this one was black and has one strap on the left, the right empty shouldered.

"I don't know. They both look nice." I shrugged. Emily rolled her eyes and put the red dress down.

"What?" I asked.

"You used to be more helpful when we went to the mall together." She said in a somewhat whiny voice.

"Sorry Em. I just have a lot onmy mind right now."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. You can go."

"Thanks." I said and gave Emily a small hug. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." I said before I started walking towards the exit. As much as I don't want to see Tyler, this is important. "Wait." I turn to face Emily. "How am I supposed to get there. I don't have a car."

"Call Tyler."

I let out a sigh but still went outside and pulled out my phone. I called Tyler, waiting for his annoying voice to speak through the phone.

"What do you want?" Tyler said without saying 'hello'.

"Rude much?" He stayed silent, not bothering to answer back."Um, what are you doing?" I asked.

"You called me to ask what am I doing?" Tyler sounded annoyed. I could imagine him putting a hand through his messy brown hair.

Why does he hate me so much? Well I can't blame him, I hate him too. But he hated me first.

"No, I was thinking if you could come pick me up." I said, ready to hear no from him.

Damn it Emily! She just could have dropped me off really quick.

"Where are you?"

"At the mall?" I said in more like a question.

"How did you get there?"

"Emily drove me."

"She can't drive you back?" Tyler asked as if I was dumb.

"Well..." I said slowly.

"Well what?"

"She's busy shopping and I wanted to go to your house to do our interview project."

"Whatever." Tyler said in a board tone and hung up without saying bye.

"Couldn't say bye at least if you couldn't even say hi." I said to myself as if I was talking to Tyler.

An old lady looked at me like I was crazy, passing by with her bags.

'Mind your own business!' I wanted to yell at her face only because u was already stressed out. Cause seriously, she should mind her own business and stop looking at me like I'm a retard. Instead I faked a smile at her. "Hi." I said with a small wave.

She continued staring at me like I was an alien that came to earth and disguised myself as a perfectly normal teenage girl. Okay, I'm rumbling.

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I stood in front of Tyler's house with my jaw hanging open. This unbelievable for a guy like him. Okay, I knew he came from a rich family, I can't even.

His house was huge. I shouldn't even call it a house. I should call it a mansion. I've never been to Tyler's house before. Even back when we were friends. I knows it's weird that I've known him for years, but what can I say, he never invited me. He lives in the rich neighborhood. His family is rich.

Well, I knew they were wealthy, but I didn't know they lived in a freaking mansion. A big beautiful one. That's one of the reasons why he's so popular at school. Wealth.

The other reason are from his good looks, his part in the soccer team, and his social life. I only have two friends. Courtney and Emily. Ha ha, your so cool Lexi.

I slowly walked up to his front door as Tyler opened it a with his key.

"No ones home?" I asked.

"No ones ever home." Tyler said harshly, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.

His mother is gone, and his father is at work.

"Where's your little sister?" I asked.

"She died." He stated flatly.

I gasped at him, though I know he was being sarcastic. "How can you say that about your little sister?!" I yelled.

"It's called joking." He rolled his eyes, with an annoyed expression on his face. "You take everything in way too seriously?"

"Well, don't say she's dead! I know you were joking, but still!"

"But still what?" He shook his head in amusement. "Abby's out to eat ice cream with my dad's girlfriend."

I glared at him as we walked inside the house. Once I took a look around, I couldn't breath because I was holding in my breath. It's just so beautiful. And much bigger in the inside.

Long white steps go up in a curve until it reached the second floor. Everything is so expensive in here. I'm scared to even touch anything.

Oh my gosh. This is just amazing. Maybe I should come here more often.

What are you thinking? You never want to come here again after your done with the assignment.

"Are you just going to stand there or are we going to get this over with?" Tyler said already a few steps up the stairs....

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"Are you just going to stand there or are we going to get this over with?" Tyler said already a few steps up the stairs.

'Wow, what a beautiful house.' I thought again, ignoring Tyler's statement.

"Hello?!" Tyler said louder.

"Oh...my gosh I'm so sorry. I was distracted by-" I was cut off before I had the chance to finish.

"I know I'm hot and all that and you'd be distracted by this-" he pointed to himself "but stop staring." Tyler joked, a smirk playing on his handsome face.

"Oh yeah, I was totally staring at your gorgeous body." I said sarcastically.

Tyler continued to smirk as he turned around, continuing his way up the long steps.

When we both reached the top, we walked into a huge room, perhaps Tyler's room, and I gaped at it.

What I expected was a room like any teenage boy has. -A big mess. But his room made me want to cry. It's bigger than my entire kitchen, and it's very clean. The walls are painted a perfect shade of blue and he even had to have a huge bed, a flat screen tv, and everything that would make anyone else's room look like a shame.