Every Good Girl Loves A Bad Boy ~ Andy Biersack Love Story

Silence filled the bedroom full of boxes I had yet to unpack. It was Monday, my first day of school. Woop-dee-doo for me. I have always tried my best, and tried to achieve the highest score I can when it came to school. In fact, I think I actually loved school, but sadly enough for me, I have never really had any friends because of it. I am not bullied or anything, it's just that, I never actually have put any time or thought into making friends. I didn't plan to either. It was my senior year, and I needed to get shit done.

I laid in bed for a little while longer, until my 6:30 am alarm went off. I pressed the off button and swung my legs to the side of the bed, and rubbed my eyes. I stood up and scratched my frizzy, dark, very dark, red hair. I pulled out some blue skinny jeans, a nice top, and grabbed my converse. I had a hard time finding my way around the house, I had just got here a few days ago, so I still needed to get used to the new home. I forgot I had a bathroom connected to my room. I liked that. I walked in to find a luxurious looking bathroom. The sink was kind of big, enough space to set up my straightner, hair blow dryer, makeup, and so on. I quickly set that all up before I hopped into the warm shower. I washed my hair, and my body before getting out. I turned off the nice, warm water and stepped out into the cold atmosphere. Burr. I dried off, and quickly pulled on my outfit for the day. Then I dried my hair with the blow dryer, and gave it slight curl, but kept it somewhat straight. I applied a little mascara, eyeliner, and a tincy bit of eye shadow before I headed out of the bathroom back into my room. I grabbed my backpack and phone and slipped on my leather jacket before I threw on my backpack. Walking downstairs, I saw my mom cooking up breakfast and my dad in his suit, ready for work like always. I grabbed an apple out of the unpacked fruit bowl and my truck keys.

"Honey, aren't you going to eat?" My mother asked putting food on my dad's plate.

"Nah, I have an apple. I am going to school. I will see you later." I said and walked out the door. I hopped into my old truck and threw my backpack in the connected three seat next to me. This old Chevy was quite the model. It only had a front seat, and it was connected so I could fit two other people in here, other than me, the driver. I started up the old engine before pulling on my seat buckle and pulled out of the new driveway and headed to school.

Pulling into the parking lot, I killed the engine and took the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them into my backpack before getting out. I slung my backpack on before locking my truck, and headed over to the main entrance. There were so many students. I kept my head down, and watched where I was going. The last thing I needed today, was some hormonal teenager thinking I want to fight them. I headed inside, and eventually found my way to the main office. I strolled in, looking around. I ran my hands through my hair quickly before the little, old woman, which I assumed was the secretary, walked up to me behind a desk.

"Can I help you, young lady?" The old lady asked adjusting the glasses that slid down her nose at the slightest movement.

"Um, yeah. I'm new here, and I need a schedule. My name is Joanna Williams." I said and she looked through the files and pulled out two slips of paper.

"Okay, Miss Joanna. This slip of paper is your class schedule, and this paper is your locker number, and it's combination. Welcome to Briar Ridge High School." The woman said smiling.

I nodded a thank you and took the papers. First, I wanted to find my locker and put my notebooks and stuff away. I found my locker, finally. It was in the main hall, which seemed to be always busy. I put in the combination, and was relieved to when I could finally open it. I went to pull it open, but it quickly shut before I could look inside. I turned around to see the asshole who shut it. Seeing a group of five guys, dressed all mainly in black. I looked at them wide eyed, scared to see what they were going to do. One with shorter black hair, his was actually the shortest out of all of theirs, he gently pushed me against the lockers, and put his hands on each side of my head, and looked down at me.

"I haven't seen you here. I know everyone." He whispered. "Who are you?" He asked in his deep, raspy voice.

"Why should I tell you?" I spat angrily.

The guy smiled and shook his head, and then looked into my eyes with his icy blue eyes. "Wrong answer. Listen, you have till lunch to tell me your name, or things are going to go down. I will find out who you are." He said kissed my neck, but then I pushed him away and slapped him.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled and walked away, while a smile suddenly was plastered across his face. He held his cheek and looked at the guys.

"Andy, what was that for?" CC asked, his arms crossed.

"I know everyone, and I will know her." The guy said and walked off with the rest of his friends.

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