Good Me Bad Me Novels & Stories

“And there we go.” At that moment, Maya walked out of the closet. The other two girls had heard her on the phone for that entire hour, consulting with her other friends Olive and Gemma on her outfit choices. Together, the three girls made up Blackwell Academy’s infamous “OMGs”. The nickname came from the initials of their names, though most students agreed it suited their dramatic personalities just as well. “Olive, I think you should go with the black heels.” Maya advised. “The nude ones would make you look too approachable.”

All, except for the fact that I got fake married to Tristan when I was off my face, I slept with him again, and broke things off with him, again. Now is the time for wine. Sipping on my first glass of merlot, I take a deep breath as I look at Gabe. "I have something tell you, and I don't know how." Gabe stops himself from taking another sip of his wine. "What? Is it good or bad news?" "There's no such thing as good or bad news. Just news," I insist. "Yeah, yeah. Well what is this news?" "Okay, in this case it might be considered bad" I divert my gaze down at my glass. "It's about Edmund."

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

Least of all me. ---

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal My mommy likes to sing along with me But she won't sing this song If she reads all the lyrics She'll pity the men I know So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy, duh I'm only good at being bad,

He put his arms around me and hugged me closer. "What's wrong, baby?" he whispered. "Bad girl at the party threatened me to steal you away from me, so I'm going to make you feel so good that you won't think about anyone else but me," I pouted. "Bad girl? What bad girl? Remind me to send her a thank-you note later," he chuckled. "That black-haired witch!" I exclaimed. "Who...oh, do you mean Shelby? Why would she try to steal me?" he sounded confused.

A husky chuckle escaped his plump lips. " you deserved it fatty now get to sleep" GUYS THIS IS THE END........... Ok I may give an epilogue 👍👍👍👍

The second she saw me, her eyes went red. I had to admit—nice acting. "Chloe, are you okay?" She didn't answer. Just broke into a harsh coughing fit. I covered my nose and mouth. It went on for a while. I patted her back, half there. Finally, she stopped and grabbed my hands. "Babe, I might only have two days left. I won't be able to make money for you anymore." Her eyes filled with tears. I shook my head fast. "My Remington contact's been really good to me. He gave me this chance—I want to thank him. Can you help me?"

“I’m not a good person.” He smiled brightly. “Then I want to be bad like you,” he said. “You look badass.” I smiled too. Dark. Proud. Unapologetic.