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The Way To A Badboy’s Heart (LH Fanfic version)

Originally posted by neonandmore

“Have a great day Isabella! I’ll pick you up after school.” My mom said. 
“Sure you will..” I whispered to myself. 

She waved to me and I sorta waved back. I made my way to the main hall and braced myself. New school in the middle of the semester. Might as well make me a pale vampire and call me Bella Swan. I opened the door and the main hallway was crowded by pubescent teenagers. I awkwardly walked the hallways trying to get to the main office. Like sterotypical high school movies, there were jocks passing a football around. Cheerleaders looking at themselves in a mirror and eyeing the jocks. Band nerds holding their instrument case and exchanging music sheets. Emos/Goths either leaning against the lockers or on the floor listening to music and despising their fellow classmates. Average high school students that are either in homeroom or out in the court yard. And lastly the badboy/fuckbois, I think I hate these guys the most. Think they’re better than everyone else and they can fuck with whomever they want. Not thought about anyone else but themselves. Annoying really. But then there’s me, I prefer myself as a social casualty. A victim of society. No one really believes in me or thinks I can be successful. They always tell me my dreams are only dreams. That I need to grow up and face reality. Truth is, I dream to escape reality. I finally made it to the main office and it was like I was invisible. 

“Hi exc-. Can someone- Please-” Everyone kept walking passed me.

I gave up and just sat in one of the chairs until someone noticed me. Sadly for me that wasn’t until the homeroom bell, which makes late on the first day. 

“Hey missy, you need to get to homeroom.” The old lady behind the desk said.
“I’ve been here, I was trying to get my schedule.” I said to the lady.
“Oh, well why didn’t you say anything honey? Let me go get it. What’s your name?” She asked me.
I did. “Isabella Wood.” I said.

She typed up my name and printed my schedule before handing it to me. I thanked her before I walked down the almost empty hall. The ones who lingered were students who are just now coming in. I walked upstairs and walked into my homeroom. Everyone fell quiet as I walked in and starred at me. The teacher looked up from his phone and sat up putting it away. 

“You must be Isabella.” He smiled.

Hm, not that bad looking. Tall, light scruff, hazel eyes, dimples, bright smile, quiff hair. 

“I prefer Bella.” I said.
“Alright, so class this is Bella Wood. Be nice and welcome her to homeroom 398.” He said giving me a one arm hug. “Find a seat and take a seat.” 

I awkwardly scanned rows until I found two seats in the back corner. I made my way to the seats and sat myself down. Everyone was looking at me and whispering among each other. Did I do something wrong? I decided to put my headphones on and put my head down. Maybe two minutes later I hear a muffled voice. Is some one talking to me? I turned off my music but kept my head down to see if someone was talking to me.

“Are you deaf? That is my seat.” I heard an angry male voice say. 

I finally looked up and saw a tall blonde in front of me. He did not look happy, but just for a moment his face softened. But then went to a smirk, I’m going to guess he’s a badboy/fuckboi.

“Who are you beautiful?” He asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and put my head back down. 

“Hey, I was talking to you princess.” He called me.
“Don’t call me that.” I said.
“Why not princess?” He asked, by saying that I can tell he had a smirk.
“Don’t call me that.” I repeated myself. 
“Get out of my seat and maybe I will.” He said.
I looked up at him, “Get. Fucked.” I said.

The whole room gasped. 

“What did you say to me?” He asked the smirk dropping.
“I said, get fucked.” I repeated. 
“You little-” He was cut off by the PA.
“Good morning, please stand for the pledge of allegiance and morning announcements.”

Everyone stood up and blondie kept looking at me. I stood up and did the pledge. Once it was over I sat back down. He sat in the chair next to me and grumbled. Everyone keeps looking at us. I looked at him and he was looking at me. I looked out the window and I felt his eyes burning holes at the back of my head. When the bell rang, I got up quickly and made my out of the room. I looked at my schedule and started to make my way to room 182. I could tell blondie was following me. I looked behind me slightly and I was right. When I looked forward again I bumped into someone. 

“Geez, I’m so sorry. I guess I shouldn’t be doing homework in the halls.” I heard boy say.

I opened my eyes and noticed I was on the floor. Ow, now my ass hurts. I saw papers were scattered and he was trying to collect them. I started to help him and handed his papers back to him. I turned back and blondie was gone. 

“Thanks.” the boy in front of me said. 
“No problem, it’s partly my fault too. I should’ve been watching where I was going.” I said standing up. 
“No no, more of my fault.” He said collecting his stuff, he finally looked at me and dropped his bag.
“Are you okay dude?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah fine. I’m Stuart, nice to meet you.” He said extending his hand to me.
“Bella. Nice to meet you too.” I smiled smally. 
“So Bella, what class are you heading to?” He asked me.
“Classroom 182.” I said.
“Hey looks like we have class together. Come on, I’ll take you.” He told me.

Once we were in class, we sat down in the middle of the classroom. Stuart is tall, brunette hair under a beanie, brown eyes, glasses, small moles, cute smile, hairy arms. 

“So new girl, what brings you to West View?” He asked me.
“Mom and Dad got a new job and now I’m here.” I said simply.
“No siblings?” He asked me.
“My twin brother and three older brothers.” I said.
“Ooo, the only girl in the family.” He told me,
“Yup, but it’s whatever I guess.” I said. 

Two people had come up to us and sat in front of us. Stuart told the two hi with a smile.

“Who’s your new friend Stewie?” The boy asked. 

He tall and lanky, short wavy dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, pink lips, big hands, tan, and nice smile. 

“This is Bella, we just met.” Stuart said and smiled at me.
“Hi.” I said shyly.
“Well, I’m Spencer and this is Alex.” Spencer said.
“Nice to meet you guys.” I said.

The teacher walked in and everyone sat down. First day and I already have friends, well that’s a first. 


“So what would you like for lunch? My treat.” Stuart said.
“You don’t have to do that, I brought my own money.” I said.
“No, it’s your first day. Besides, tomorrow is pie day. Save your money for that.” He told me with a smile. “So, what looks good?”
“Um, what’s the cheapest?” I asked.
“No no, I’ll get you anything you want. I don’t care how much.” He said as he got a burger and fries.
“I guess I’ll get the pasta and this apple.” I said.
“No dessert?” He asked.
“The apple.” I pointed.
“Oh no, I won’t allow it. Here you’re going to eat this and like it.” He said putting a cheesecake on my tray.
“Afternoon Mrs. Parker, I’m paying for me and Bella her.” Stuart smiled. 

I thanked him and he guided me to his table. Alex and Spencer were there two new faces. 

“Bella this is Johnnie and Michael. Johnnie and Michael this is Bella.” Stuart introduced me.
“Hi.” I waved.
“Thank you for coming, I thought I had to go three more years of being the only girl.” Alex said.
“Glad I could help.” I said.

During lunch people were looking at me. The group in front of me took notice and whispered to each other. 

“Bella, not to alarm you but Luke Hemmings is starring at you.” Michael said to me.
“Who’s he?” I asked and looked behind me.

Oh it’s blondie. Luke Hemmings, fitting. 

“Oh he’s the guy in my homeroom. I told him to get fucked.” I said. 
“YOU WHAT?!” They all said.
“Was that bad? He was annoying me.” I said.
“Bella, you don’t want to get on Luke’s bad side. He will ruin your whole reputation.” Stuart said.
I was right about the badboy thing. “He doesn’t scare me. I don’t care what he does, he won’t have proof.” I said.
“You’re a brave girl. I like it.” Johnnie said.
“Just don’t get yourself mixed up with him.” Spencer said.
“Trust me, I won’t. I’m not into guys like that.” I said.


It’s the end of the day and I walk the courtyard alone. Johnnie and Alex had detention. Stuart and Spencer had club meetings. Mike was at baseball practice. I walked to the pick up line and didn’t see my mom. Of course, just a minute later I get a text.

“I can’t pick you up sweetheart, I have to stay at the office. Don’t worry, Emmet is picking you up. -Mom”

I sighed and waited for Emmet. I felt someone starring at me. I looked around and saw Luke Hemmings and some other guys looking at me. He’s such a pussy, is he really that upset I told him to get fucked? It’s his fault, he wouldn’t leave me alone. He started to make his towards me, but before he could get to me, Emmet pulled up and I got in the car. As we drove away, Luke watched us leave down the street.

“Who’s the blonde?” Emmet asked.
“I don’t know.” I lied. 

We picked up my twin brother from the other school and got home. As always, mom and dad were still at work. Leaving me, Nick, Emmet, Edward, and Connor alone again. I went to bed at 10, deciding I’m going to finish my homework at school. I can’t get his stare at my head. His light blue eyes piercing into my dark brown ones. He was tall, blonde, light scruff, lip piercing, plump light pink lips, slim noes, some nails long some short, lanky and pale. Attractive, but not my type. There’s something about him though. His face went from hard to soft at the sight of me, but keeping up his badboy facade. He’s not like all fuckboys, he’s different somehow, but that’s none of my business. 

(A/N: So this is chapter 1, hope you like it! Part 2?)

Basically … out of all the ridiculous religion stories which are greatly, wonderfully ridiculous — the silliest one I’ve ever heard is, ‘Yeah … there’s this big giant universe and it’s expanding, it’s all gonna collapse on itself and we’re all just here just 'cause … just 'cause’. That, to me, is the most ridiculous explanation ever.
—  Trey Parker (Creator of South Park)

anonymous asked:

Have you studied any history while you are in the modern world, or are you leaving it as a surprise?

Well, for the sake of historical integrity, and my sanity, England has kinda tasked himself with keeping me away from researching stuff that would, to me, be the future…. But there was a really nice fellow who came to my house, and said that he had a book about America and Jesus, isn’t that exciting?! Did you know that God’s favorite prophet was all-American?!    

The All American Prophet 

(( lmao! Al is so gullible, I cant get over how much this guy sounds like America’s voice Actor))