Hello! Happy Friday! Last night I rediscovered my old account on Wattpad and I have a few works uploaded. I was also searching through my saved stories that I used to read and it brought me a lot of nostalgia. As much as I hate to admit, my guilty pleasure to read was the whole Bad Boy and Good Girl trope. That was essentially the only thing I would read, otherwise I wouldn’t read anything else.
The story that I’m sharing a snippet with you all today is one that I attempted to make of that trope. I’m not going to post the full chapter because it’s a bit long. I also have 11 full chapters written (that are unpublished). If you like the story, although it’s when I was 15, so it’s not my best quality, I would be willing to share the full chapters.
Let me know down in the comments if you currently or used to go on Wattpad, and what was your guilty pleasure reads. Also, let me know if you want to see more of this story!
Beginning of Chapter One
I woke up a couple minutes before my alarm clock like I usually do. I put on my glasses so I could see what I was doing. I reach over to turn on my light and cringed at how bright it was, putting a hand across my eyes. “Ryan!” My father called my name from the bottom of the stairs. I slowly climbed out of my bed, and yelled back, “What?!”
I grabbed a random T-shirt from my closet and pulled it over my head. I pulled out a pair of pale blue jeans and jumped them over my hips. I pulled my long red hair into a ponytail as I walked down the stairs. I went to go sit down at the table where my father was reading the newspaper, holding a glass of milk.
“You yelled?” I asked as I put some bread into the toaster.
“I was just making sure you were awake, that’s all.” He mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I went to bite the piece of toast.
After I was done eating, I put my plate into the sink and ran up the stairs to grab my backpack, and walked back down. A car honked outside.
“Bye dad, love you,” I said to my father.
“Yeah, okay.” My father is normally like this, not even saying goodbye to the only close person in his life. I shrugged it off as I ran to the parked car in the driveway.
“Hey, babe.” My boyfriend, Kyo greeted me when I got into his car. I kissed his cheek for my hello. As soon as I got buckled he pulled out of the driveway and drove to school.
“Ryan…” Kyo started to say. I looked at him and hummed a yes, for him to go on. “I think it’s time to break up.” He told me in a low tone.
I sat there for a moment trying to sink in what he just told me. I decided to finally speak, “Break up?! What! Why?” Kyo jumped, he didn’t even dare to look at me.
“Ryan, I’m sorry, really I am. But you know I’m just not feeling it anymore.” He tried to act cool, but his eyes told another story.
“After the two years we spent together, you decided out of the blue, you weren’t feeling it anymore?” I questioned him.
Kyo and I have been dating for at least two years. He hasn’t shown any sign of him losing interest.
Kyo parked his car in the street.
“I’m sorry.” His voice nearly broke. He got out of the car while I sat in the passenger seat for a while before getting out. I was hurt, but I don’t cry much, even in this situation. No matter how much I felt like crying, I couldn’t.
After I headed to class thinking of what could have gone wrong, but I came up with no solution.