Tempting The Bad Boy

There was a part of me that didn't want Andy to enter my room. It was my own private oasis, and I felt that his presence could threaten that, but I knew it was the only place in the whole house where we'd be able to get the work done on our assignment in peace.Growing up, Andy and I spent endless hours in my room, building pillow forts and watching episodes of Bluey, but that all changed once he hit high school. Invitations to my room were met with a scowl of displeasure or just ignored completely. I didn't know what to expect when I suggested going up to my room, but Andy followed me upstairs without a word."There's a lot less pink than I remember." He remarked as I swung open the door to reveal my navy blue painted walls and queen-sized bed, covered with a mauve bedspread. The giant dollhouse I'd once kept in the corner had long been replaced by a desk, which I kept neatly organised. My childhood posters on the walls were gone too and in their place were paintings my Aunty Shay de

ClaireAndy is like a puzzle that I just can't figure out, this morning when he took me for a driving lesson, we were having fun, laughing and talking, it even felt like we could be becoming friends but that all seemed to disappear once we got to school, Andy slipped back into pretending like I didn't existed. What frustrated me more than anything, though, was that I couldn't get my mind off of him; he was living rent-free in my thoughts, and I didn't like it.I'd never allowed anyone, especially a boy, to get under my skin before. I found myself becoming increasingly angry with his behaviour and I couldn't even confide in Jupiter about why I was angry at Andy because then I'd have to admit to her that he took me driving and that was a whole can of worms I wasn't ready to spill out so I just watched as the silent war brewed inside of me, threatening to erupt at any given moment.I just don't understand how someone can be so sweet and friendly when we're alone, but then in public, he i

Andy I open the passenger side door, and she gets in without a word. When I sit down in the driver's seat, I feel her eyes burning into me, and I don't know why, but a part of me loves that I have her attention, her curiosity delights me, and her purity fascinates me. She's spent her whole life being the good girl, never straying from the path, but wanting to, she needs to learn that a little trouble can make life interesting. "You get one question, just one, so make it a good one." I permit her because I can sense she's going to burst if she doesn't get the answers she's been seeking as to why I just randomly showed up at her place, especially since I made such a huge deal about not being able to work on the assignment today because I have counselling with my dad. Silence fills the air as we drive, I thought for sure she'd jump straight to 'where are we going?' or "why did you ditch counselling?' but the longer she takes the more I sense that she has a deeper desire to get to the c

AndyAmelia Spandel was a year below me at Claremont. We used to catch the same bus every day, until I got my licence. We weren't friends, but I knew her well enough. Everyone at Claremont knows Amelia, the popular girl with the brightest smile, who greets her friends with hugs at the school gate and who is part of making every Claremont High social event worthy of wanting to attend, even by me, the boy who had zero school spirit.Amelia isn't your usual bitchy, popular girl, far from it, actually. She's genuinely nice to everyone and not just because she's trying to use people just to get ahead, unlike others. With Amelia, what you see is what you get: a sweet, caring soul. She's one of the only students who sat and talked with Pia after she was assaulted, who convinced her to finally come forward, and now Amelia was the one who needed support.The short car ride over to the Spandel house was filled with awkward silence. Dad and I hadn't really spoken about what happened yesterday.