Bad Boy's Protection

Chapter 1I sighed as I heard heels clicking down the hallway of the high school. Only a few girls wore heels together and I was hoping the one coming towards me didn't belong to Belle Jones. I was not in the mood to see her today, or any day really."Poppy," the familiar feminine voice said, the attitude giving away the person. The heels did in fact belong to Belle.I ignored her and continued looking through my locker, trying to find anything to distract me. I couldn't stay at my locker forever, but I knew never to walk away from Belle, no matter how annoying she was. Walking away always made things worse."You can't seriously ignore me," Belle said. "Or are you finding someone else to tattletale on?""That isn't what happened," I said through my clenched teeth, keeping my sight focused in my locker. I took a quick peek at my phone, happy that two minutes were left until lunch was over. Then, I could finally get away from her for the day."Sure it isn't," Belle said sarcastically. "

Chapter 3Even though I went to bed early last night, I woke up with a throbbing headache. Mom wouldn't even let me stay home. She told me that missing a day of school because of a headache can result in serious consequences. In my opinion, she was overreacting. I could easily catch up after staying home one day. But she wouldn't listen to a single word I had to say. So, I had to suck it up and go to school. By the time it was lunch, my headache was a lot worse, especially since I sat behind Belle and her friends in my English class and they spent the whole period blabbing away. As I was putting my books in my locker, the six people decided to pester me again. I always dealt with it, hoping they would get bored and move on. That was never the case. "How was detention yesterday?" Devon asked. I didn't answer. I was not in the mood for them to pester me. Having a headache this bad would probably cause me to snap at them, which would make Belle's story about me 'ruining her l

Chapter 5 Apparently, my severe headache was because I was getting the flu. After Grayson dropped me off at home, I started feeling really sick just minutes afterwards. That stayed that way even the next morning. "Poppy, you need to get up!" Mom said as she stood by the door. I groaned dramatically, feeling really horrible. "Just leave me to die!" Mom sighed. "Poppy, you're not dying. You need to get to school." "But Mom!" I whined. "I don't feel good!" "You're perfectly able to go to school," Mom said. "If you don't get up now, you're going to be in serious trouble." I wished Dad never left for work yet because he definitely wouldn't have let me go to school when I was feeling like crap. I hadn't missed a single day of school before, besides yesterday when I skipped, because Mom believed that unless I was in the hospital, I should be in school if I ever wanted an education. I tried telling her that one day every now and then wouldn't affect my mark. Seeing as

Chapter 7"What are you wearing?" Mom asked as I came down the stairs. I came home from school about an hour ago and immediately got changed into a very comfortable outfit; baggy sweats and a loose fitting t-shirt. My hair was in a messy bun.I looked down at my outfit with furrowed eyebrows. "Why? What's wrong with it?""You look like you just got out of bed," Mom told me. "Need I remind you that we are having guests over today?"I nodded. "Yes, I know. But I don't think they'll care what I wear. I mean, I am friends with one of them."Mom sighed. She was always so high maintenance, always wanting to have her family look their best. I didn't understand why we had to dress nicely for Grayson's family."Poppy," Mom began, but she got cut off when someone knocked on the front door. Good thing too, because I was not going to get changed.Mom opened the front door, welcoming them into our home yet again. Grayson entered the house before Graeme, thankfully, and walked over to me. "Hey, Flo

Chapter 9 School was unbelievably boring for me. Not only was my only friend suspended for a week, but Mr. Franklin decided to give me detention for the incident yesterday because he felt as if being kicked out of class wasn't punishment enough. So here I was, in detention with most of the football team and cheerleaders. I had no idea what they did to get detention, but I did not want to know. "Looks like we have a full house here," Mr. Pierce said as he was, once again, the teacher in charge of detention. "There hasn't been one of these for a while. Just in case some of you don't know, the rules to detention are simple. No talking and no texting. If I catch any of you doing either, you will be here tomorrow. Understood?" Everyone nodded. "Good." I had nothing to do in detention. I finished all my work in class and I had no upcoming tests. I was even more bored because of it. I was sitting at the back of the class so I could easily see Devon glare at me. I didn't glare