This is my first "badboy" chicklit story. I'm more into Werewolves I guess. Soooooooooooo thoguhts? Ok here we go! TO NARNIIIIIIAAAAAAAA

I sat on the airplane, somewhat dreading and eager about my arrival back to my hometown. I mean, I was gone for 5 years since living with my mom. Not only that, but I am going to a new highschool as a Senior. Awkward right?

I was nervous to see everyone again. All of my dad's side of the family lived back in Texas and now I'm on my way back. It'll be no more sweaters and skinny jeans. It'll now go back to the short shorts and tank tops that I've missed so badly.

After my parents divorce, my mom thought it'd be a good idea to move me and her all the way out in freaking Canada! At first, I was hella pissed off. I mean, I had friends back here, I had a dad here!

Then, the other part of me was kind of relieved. First off, I was very overweight. I don't mean "A little chubby". I mean I was pretty fat. I weighed 187 back in the days of 8th grade. I was so embarrassed and I had this one guy, who was set on torturing me.

His name?

Ashton.

He was kind of the bad boy of our old school and God only knows what he's become now. Player, douchebag, bully, jerk, arrogent and obviously incredibly attractive. You can't have one without the other.

So hackin unfair!

Then there was me. I was overweight, self conscience, shy and had absolutely NO backbone. Anyways, everyday I'd arrive at school to one of Ashton's harmful pranks. I can't count how many times he's publicly humiliated me, and sent me to a hospital.

I can still remember one time he spilled water on me in the 4th grade and it got all over my white pants. My undies were pink with yellow flowers and My Little Ponies sprinkled on them. He announced to the class that I had indeed peed myself.

It was horrifying! The things he did made me feel even worse about myself, and that wasn't very helpful. not only that, but he helped make me feel more insecure and shy.

Yet now here I am, weighing promptly 118 at 18 years old. Kinda ironic if you look at it.

My hair has grown longer, my backbone hardened, and now I don't really take shit from anyone. I'm not the same fragile girl I used to be. I can stand up for myself. It's just Ashton that I need to have my 99 foot tall walls up. He knows how to get on my nerves, and how to scare the living crap out of me.

I soon got a text from my mother, causing me to grasp my phone and see what she said.

Kirsten, how's your flight? Do you wanna come back home to Canada? Jussay the words and I'll gladly come on a plane to pick you up!!

-Mama

I sighed. Dad texted her over the summer and declared I come back. I was nervous, yes, but I knew it'd be good for me.

The flight is fine n so am I. I need to go back juss 4 a little bit, it'll b good for me. I love you so much! I gtg, my flight is landing. I'll call you tonight, love u!

-Kirsten

And with that, I closed the phone and tucked it into my back pocket. Texas . . . here I come.

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"Kirsty! I missed you so much!" My dad shouted as he hugged me close to his chest, constricting me and cutting off my breathing circulation.

"Can't . . . breathe." I wheezed. Finally, my boa constrictor of a dad let go. I took in a huge breath of relief as the air went in and out of my precious lungs.

"It's great to have you back honey. Let's get you home to rest before all our reletives attack." My dad said with great humor. That's the thing I loved about my dad. His humor and witty sarcasm never left him, even when mom did. I got the lucky end of the bargain when I ended up with his witts.

Too bad I didn't know how to use them 5 years ago when I was actually here. I would have been popular, not that nerdy "no one sit next to that geek freak" girl. Yeah, I was named Geek Freak at my old school. I only pray things will change as soon as I step foot in the school. What sucks is it's already half way through the school year so it's going to be extra weird.

I wonder if my friends, Nina and Taylor changed. They're both sisters and have fiery orange hair. Taylor, however dyed it blonde the day I left and I can only hope she let it go back to it's fiesty orange color. The two always fought. Nina was more into dance, music and reading. Whereas Taylor was more about the partying. I loved each of them but find myself closer with Nina. Taylor cared too much about her looks and boys, but hey, she was always there when I needed her to lets just hope nothings really changed.

The car ride to my dad's house was pretty short and when we arrived at his new house, I couldn't help but gape in shock. Since when had my dad become such a damn millionaire?! There were golden gates that had mini gold lions on the small perches, and passed that was a fountain. As we drove past the lion gates, we came to the large mansion of a house. The house was all white and just gorgeous all in all. (A/N House to the side --->)

"Jesus dad, what, are you in a mafia?" I asked as I smushed my nose up to the glass. He let out a laugh.

"It's a surprise, and you'll know soon enough." He said with a loud chuckle. I stared at him. My dad and surprises don't belong in the same sentence together. The last time dad planned a surprise, he lit my bed on fire. Do not even ask. But guess who was involved? Ashton the ass.

We parked his lovely grey porsche and let me get out to examine the new house. Scratch that - mansion. It was incredibly. I grabbed my suitcases from the trunk and one just so happened to fall and hit me smack on my face, causing me to fall down on my butt.

I could hear my dad's laughter come from behind me as I struggled to breathe with the damn suitcase smothering my damn face. It was finally lifted, letting me see the light once more. I breathed in heavily, glad it was lifted.

"Jesus Kirsten, such a clutz!" My dad hollered before clutching his stomach and laughing so hard a tear fell from his eye. I scowled. "Glad you find this amusing!" I hissed whilst getting up.

"Yeah me too!" He retorted, still recovering from his laughter. I snorted and grabbed my 3 suitcases. One for clothes, choes, and everything else I would end up needing. Like straighteners, wands, iphone chargers, boring stuff like that. I'll admit, maybe I went a little overboard with all these bags, but hey. I'm a girl. Sue me.

My dad grabbed the heaviest bag - which I left for him on purpose, and hastily carried it in front of me. I followed him inside the house and gosh it was gorgeous. A double winding staircase was right in front of me, enviting me to take a few steps up.

"Ok, take this, I'm done carrying your cinderblock bag. Your room is upstairs, last room on the left. After you are done unpacking, find me outside. We have a few things to talk about." He said, and threw my bag on the floor. I scowled at him, then a pit of nerves jumbled at my stomach.

When a parent says they want to talk to you, yeah it's not a good thing. It never is. For example, my father had to "talk to me" about my mother leaving him, and taking me with her. Or when Ashton said he had to talk to me, and told me that I was an ugly toad and had multiple chins. Yeah, good times. Really loving it.

I looked at all three huge bags. I groaned internally. I refuse to make two trips. It's so irritating. I slung one bag over my shoulder, the other on my opposite shoulder, and the other in both of my hands. Jeeze, these things weighed a ton!

After making my trek up the gorgeous stairs, I finally came to my room. I walk in and BAM! There is pink everywhere. God no. I like teal. Not pink. And dad knows this, so what the hell? I hate pink, always have, and I always will!!

I walk in and discover the gross pink Queen bed. It was nice, I'll admit but c'mon! The one color I hate the most, is now plastered all over my room. I set all bags down, allowing my poor little arms some rest. There's a large walk in closet to the left of a white wardrobe with a flat screen perched above it. I was shocked. It had been 5 years and my dad was richer than the freaking director of the Twilight series. What else happened since I'd been gone?

I walked farther right to see yet another door, cast in pink, with flower decals on it. I groan, but open it anyway to reveal a huge bathroom. Shower, bathtub, toilet, huge body mirror that cascades the whole side of one wall, and a large counter with two sinks indented into them. Ok, at least this room was not pink. Instead it had a checkered tile as the ground, and it was black like old diners. I smiled. I was going to like it here - despite the pink.

I walked back into the main room and looked down. There was a white fluffy rug covering half the room in the middle. I went to the bags I threw on the ground and began to tediously unpack. I started with my clothes and put them into the walk-in closet. I was shocked I still had room left. Heck there was a lot of room left.

After placing my crap in the proper areas in the bathroom, I walked down the stairs, pretty tired.

I soon found the backyard and quickly opened the large door. There was a huge swimming pool with few chairs splayed out. My dad was sitting in one chair, watching the pool. Someone was swimming in it, but who? I walked to my dad's side, pretty curious.

"Hey, done packing sweetheart?" He asked. I nodded. "Who's that, and what's up?" I asked.

"Well that is what I wanted to talk to you about. Honey, that's my fiance, Liane." He said, and immediately my face paled. My dad didn't "remarry" or at least he didn't seem like the type. This was hitting me hard. How could my dad re marry? I mean, ok I mean he deserves to be happy and all, but this? I don't even know the gal.

Suddenly, a hot model woman walks out of the pool and stalks toward us. God if this was in slow motion it could have been a movie. How old was she? 20? I stare her up and down. Ok, I have to give her a chance, I don't even know her yet.

"Hi, I've heard so much about you! I'm Liane!" She exclaims in a high pitched voice. Her blue eyes greedily scan me, scrutiny in her eyes. Her over worked smile was starting to bug me. For some reason I wanted to kind of slap it off of her face in agitation. Her eyes studied me a second more, also bugging me.

"Kirsten. You and my dad are getting married?" I asked her. She nodded and wrapped her hand in his. I nearly gagged. Why don't I like her? Something just seems off.

"Yes! I'm so excited." She says while staring into his eyes. I huff and look away.

"Me too sweety. I'll be right back, I'm going to get some drinks to celebrate." My dad says with a smile before walking off. I stare at his back as he leaves me with Fiance. I think I'm going to stick to calling her that.

"So, uh, how did you and my dad meet?" I asked her awkwardly.

"Well, we were on the beach, and he told me I'm the only girl that has ever made him feel like he did. He says I'm the best thing that has ever happened to him." She says happily.

Ohh no she did not.

I'm the best thing that has ever happened to my dad. Not some skimpy whore of a woman that's only 20. I know I'm getting possessive, but dammit I'm his daughter. And if she thinks she's going to be the center of his universe, she can think again because I'm not going to let everything be about her. Gosh, I sound so juvenile.

"That's nice." I say in a strained voice.

"Your dad said you were gorgeous, but I don't recall this." She says, eyeing me again. Um, what did she just say? Do I take that as a complement or a remark?

"Like, I mean, he just made it seem like you were so . . . perfect you know?" She added. Oh hell no.

My anger was seering.

"Yeah, my dad was telling me about this gorgeous girl he met over the summer I was gone." I said. Her eyes widened. "What else did he say about her?" She asked in happiness.

"Oh, that she was perfect, and very beautiful. It's too bad she had to leave for work and go back to New York. He sounded so happy." I rerort with a strange evilness that baffles me. Did I really just say that to my dad's soon to be wife? I guess I did.

Immediately, her face drops and an evil sneer replaces her sugar sweet smile.

She opens her mouth, but my dad comes in with drinks. Wine, wine, and a soda for me in a fancy cup. I smile and happily take it, gulping it down. After that, I oddly make my way to my room, I'll get a tour later I'm exhausted. Besides, my first day back is tomorrow, and I'm nervous as heck. I take a quick shower and climb into bed, allowing my wet hair to stain the pillows. I think more and more about Liane the fiance. I bet she picked out all this pink.

Therefor, I don't mind getting them all wet. It is however oddly comfy as I fall asleep after scrolling on instagram.

Wow, I kinda liked this chapter . . . hehe (:

Ok so what did you think of my first Bad Boy book?

It's going a little slow and Ashton isn't in it yet, but next chapter he will be :D

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