The Badboy's Redemption

My name is Alicia.Alicia Smith.I do not come from one of those rich pretentious perfect families that preach to their brat kids about the importance of being at the top of the food chain of society. In fact, my family is kinda messed up. My mum and dad got divorced when I was eight. My dad died a year later after the divorce, and my mum got married to one Sylvester guy six months after my dad's death. Sarah is the only real family member I have, and if I were to be reincarnated into this world and born into another family, Sarah is that only sibling I will pray to God to bless me with again. She took me into her arms and shielded me from the wraths of this world when we both lost the protection of our parents. For Sarah, I will go to the lengths and breadths of this world if need be. She is the reason why I am damn serious with my studies. And coupled with the messed up family I come from, I do not need to be told that I need to work hard not to end up like my parents.My private li

"What the fuck!"I curse, clutching my hands on the leather jacket of the crook who had bumped into me. He even has the nerve to attempt to leave me here on the ground and walk away like he just did nothing."Are you mad—"My sentence cuts off when the guy snaps around. My breath catches when my eyes rest on the face of the miscreant.Luke Evans! Fucking Luke Evans!I should not be surprised at his voracious ill-manneredness."Get your hands off me, Smith."I ignore him and clutch tighter to his jacket, using his rather soild stance as a means of getting up from the ground. Pain rips through my left knee, and I almost fall down again, but thanks to my hold on this bastard's jacket, I regain my footing."Are you blind Evans?!""What did you just say?" He barks."I asked if you are blind, Evans!"He jerks my hands off his jacket and straightens the rough folds on his jacket caused by my hands."I think you are the one who is blind, Smith."He smirks. Anger bubbles in the pit of my stomac

"Is there anything wrong Miss Smith?" Mr Douglas asks.My throat is tight, and I struggle to find the words to speak, to answer, but how can I talk when the air that is to fuel my words has evaporated from my lungs?"Miss Smith?"Mr Douglas's voice sounds like a faint siren to my already pounding ears. I lift my eyes from the paper and shoot my gaze at the boy that I have been trying to avoid making any eye contact with.Luke's eyes lock with mine. For a moment, the whole world goes silent and disappears, leaving me trapped in the chaotic blue ocean of my adversary's eyes.I feel the paper being taken away from my grasp, but I am too shocked and too immersed in my traumatic state to notice."Group Nine, we have Alicia Smith and Luke Evans."Luke's eyes widen in surprise. Low catcalls and whispers fill the air.This can't be happening! This nightmare can't be fucking happening to me!__________________________I am still frozen in place when Mr Douglas continues to call out the remaini

The rest of the classes before lunch go by pretty fast. Miss Oregon, our Literature teacher, allowed me into the class after I explained to her that I was coming from the school's clinic. It wasn't tough coining out the words to use, moreover, I am a role model student. The next valedictorian. And I have a very clean student record, so it wasn't hard for me to convince her to allow me into the class.During lunch break, Reece and I arrive at the cafeteria and order our lunch. Within a few minutes, our lunch order is set and we carry our trays to our favourite table: The table by the window facing the lawn outside. The lushious green beauty lies calm, radiating the rays of sunlight. My lunch expenditure ever since I became a student of Riverdale High has always been spent with Reece and I picking at our food and talking about stuffs that pique our interests.Recently, Reece has been engulfed in the Kpop world, always squealing in delight and ranting non-stop whenever she talks about Ju

I twitch my eyes in confusion. My ears must have heard wrongly. I unfold my arms at once."Are you joking?" "No Alicia. I am not. Research studies have shown that women are excellent experts in depicting various mood swings, even better than men, especially when they are on their period."It takes everything in me not to scream out the next sentence."You are unbelievable Luke."He shrugs. "I have heard that compliment a lot."He tilts back his head, drumming his fingers on the table."You are the perfect muse for this project. You are beautiful, and you switch emotions so fast like a cheetah.""I don't." I blurt out."Yes you do. Remember Miss Oregon's Literature presentation class last term?"My hands fall limp at my sides. I sigh. I know where this conversation is heading to."I hope you are not trying to taunt me because I cried during the presentation class."Luke giggles. I swear the sound is so lovely."No Alicia. I am not trying to taunt you. If you can clearly remember all t