The Bad Boy's Favorite Girl

Chapter one

Elena's pov

I abruptly woke up as the alarm blared. I couldn't help but think that the school I attended was incredibly demanding.

I forced myself out of bed and sluggishly made my way to the bathroom. Despite being a high-achieving student with excellent grades, it's safe to say that I only put in the effort to secure a future for myself.

After taking a longer-than-usual bath, I rummaged through my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. Unlike many girls, I wasn't particularly interested in makeup, fashion, and all those things.

I got all dressed up in loose-fitting pants and clothes, put my hair in a bun, and added a touch of powder to my face before heading out.

You might be wondering about my parents, right? Well, the simple answer is that my dad might have been knocked out at some bar and hasn't recovered yet, and as for my mom, I think she's having an amazing time with her special someone and didn't feel like coming back home.

Yes, I come from a dysfunctional family, which is one of the main reasons I had to stand up for myself and use my financial inability to support myself by becoming a stri*pper.

When I arrived at the school, there was a lot more traffic than last week, which indicated that the school year at Dreamville had officially started. Most Dreamville students had a very common habit of starting class later than usual.

Everyone headed to their lockers, grabbed their books, and headed down the hall to class.

I felt a bucket of water pour over my head as soon as I opened my locker. As everyone gawked at my situation, I overheard laughter in the hallway. I took my book and immediately went to the bathroom, ignoring the jeering.

It appears that I was aware that something similar would happen because I brought extra clothing. I changed out of my wet clothes and undressed.

Before leaving, I adjusted the glasses, which now completely encircled my face. As I was leaving, the bell that announced the start of classes rang.

I picked up the pace and didn't notice that someone else was in the same lane as me, so we collided and my books flew all over the place.

When I looked up, he was staring at me with a face laced with rage, which was my worst nightmare come true.

Even though I knew everything would work out in the end because it was not the first time something like this was happening, I still couldn't help but feel anxious.

He remarked, "The nerd suddenly lost her sight.". I apologized, looking at my watch, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.". You just earned a straight A for that insult, Mac... he praised himself. "Of course, you wouldn't see anyone because you are a total loser.".

He laughed and filled the remaining space between us as I held my books close to my chest and said, "Please, I'm sorry, and I'm running late for class.".

We are heading to the same class, nerdy, and guess what? You and I will be facing detention because...." He pulled back my hair, and once more my books fell.

Oh no, Mr. Dot Bully Mac is about to engage in yet another bullying session.

Since he began to bully me in my freshman year, I made up that name for him.

I didn't yell or scream for him to stop holding onto my hair, which led to me falling to the ground and hitting my ass. When he let go.