Good Girl, Bad Boy - Episode 1
by Annie Rains
Have you ever had a crush on someone…
Who was totally wrong for you?
So wrong, in fact…
That you don’t want to admit…
You even like them?
I pull in a breath…
And look down at my hands.
They’re shaking slightly.
Because my crush has just walked into study hall.
Seriously?
I glance over at my best friend, who’s sitting next to me.
What?
DEVIN is the guy you’re hot for?
I feel my cheeks burn.
I wish I could deny it…
But it’s no use.
Georgia always knows.
What’s wrong with Devin?
Nothing. He’s just…well…
Georgia gets a thoughtful look.
He’s been to juvie.
It was for something minor.
Georgia raises a brow.
He took someone’s car for a joyride.
He’s trouble, Bree.
I laugh.
You sound like my mom.
Georgia laughs and gives Devin a closer look.
It’s an appreciative look.
You know, he is kind of gorgeous…
In a bad boy kind of way.
I narrow my eyes…
And Georgia turns out her palms.
Don’t worry.
I’m not interested in him.
My dad would kill me.
MY dad would flip too.
But that’s a moot point.
Because Devin makes me so nervous…
I can’t even speak to him.
Hey.
I practically swallow my tongue.
Is he talking to me?
Your name is Bree, right?
I can’t breathe.
He IS talking to me.
I look up.
Yes. That’s me.
Devin nods.
I was wondering if you could help me.
Oh, she’ll help you all right.
I give Georgia a threatening look.
Then I return my gaze to Devin.
He’s tall, dark, and handsome.
Just like a movie star.
Sure. What do you need?
Can you follow me into the hall?
Our study hall teacher doesn’t care what we do…
As long as we don’t bother him.
I get up and follow Devin.
When we’re halfway down the hall…
He turns to me.
I need an alibi for this morning.
This morning?
You did the marquee sign out front, right?
I change the sign every Monday morning…
As part of my journalism class.
I snap yearbook pictures…
Come up with clever captions…
And post the school’s events on the front sign…
One letter at a time.
Yeah.
I was with you, okay?
I shake my head.
No, you weren’t.
I’m pretty sure I would remember that.
I was alone.
It’s basically a 1-person job…
And my teachers consider me responsible.
No one worries that I’ll leave campus.
I’m asking you to say I was with you.
I see.
Devin is also in my journalism class.
You can say you asked me for help.
Why would I do that?
Devin shrugs.
I don’t know.
Maybe because you’re tired of doing it all by yourself?
I wonder if he knows that’s true.
I have friends, and of course there’s Georgia.
But I tend to stay on the outskirts of groups.
To tell you the truth…
I really do wish I could have been with you this morning…
Helping you with the sign.
My heart thrums in my chest.
We’re standing so close…
That I can smell Devin’s cologne.
So close…
That I can see my reflection in his eyes.
I’ve considered helping you before, you know?
You have?
Devin grins.
And my knees go weak.
Why?
I’ve noticed how you blush…
When I come around.
And now I’m surely turning red.
Maybe I don’t blush as easily.
But I’ve noticed you too.
I’m not sure how to respond.
My first impulse is to turn to mush.
But maybe he’s just saying that…
So I’ll agree to being his alibi.
But infatuated or not…
I won’t be taken for a fool.
If you weren’t at school…
Where WERE you this morning?
Devin looks down at his feet.
Did you steal another car?
He looks up again.
And something wounded flashes in his eyes.
Is that what people are saying happened?
Yes.
I didn’t steal a car.
What did you do then?
Well, technically I did take a car…
But it was my dad’s.
He was drinking.
And I didn’t want him to drive.
Oh.
I didn’t know.
Most people don’t.
They just think they do.
They sent you to juvie for that?
Devin shoves his hands in his pockets.
We’re standing against the lockers now.
The hall is empty.
It’s just the two of us.
My dad is up for a promotion.
It looks better for him…
To say I’m a rebellious teen…
Than to say he’s a drunk.
I was saving him from himself.
So you took his car and wrecked it?
I’m not good with a stick shift, okay?
It was just a series of unfortunate events…
That landed me in juvie.
Devin’s story may seem far-fetched.
But somehow I believe him.
There’s something sincere in his eyes.
Okay, so what happened this morning?
Devin grimaces.
I skipped school.
I wait for some other noble explanation.
I don’t have an excuse.
I just didn’t want to come.
It was a bad choice…
And asking you to cover for me…
That’s wrong too.
So he IS a bad boy.
Just not quite as bad as I thought.
Just bad enough to be hot…
But not too bad to date, I decide.
Fine.
Devin meets my gaze.
You can help me with the sign next time.
And…
And?
I’ll cover for you just this once.
But don’t ask me again.
Devin shakes his head.
If I get to help you with the marquee…
I’ll never want to skip another Monday.
In fact, I’ll get to school early.
I smile up at him…
Marveling at how two complete opposites…
Just found common ground.
Maybe the good girl…
Isn’t always so good.
And sometimes the bad boy…
Isn’t all that bad.
And maybe…
Just maybe…
The two of us can meet in the middle.
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