The Bad Boy Has A Daughter. By Chimdi Jane Samuel. Chapter One.
*Anna’s point of view*
“I told you to mix the sodium chloride with the hydrochloric acid, but you didn’t listen. Now Mrs Williams is going to fry our heads in chemistry class tomorrow. Simple instructions Clary, simple instructions.” I said to my best friend who I was currently talking with on the phone.
“I wanted to but those stupid cheerleaders thought it would be a nice time to put their make up all over my desk. I swear I’ll kill them tomorrow” Clary shouted. “Those dolls”
“Stop blaming people for your mistakes Clair, we just have to be in school early tomorrow and do the project and submit it with the others before Mrs Williams arrives”
“Yeah yea! Chemistry is so boring I don’t know why you like it. If we weren’t graduating next year I would have declined being your lab partner, so I can sneak out and check out the guys in swimming class.”I rolled my eyes, Clary and guys..
“Whatever, I’m almost home, I just came back from the hospital” I said, putting my purse into my bag.
After spending five hours at the hospital, I was tired as hell. You’ll be probably thinking how can a high school student work in a hospital. Well one, I was incredibly smart, like really brilliant. And Two, my aunt worked there so sometimes she needed my help with some of the patients. So I worked there , not performing surgeries and all other complex things but doing most of the nurses job, you get my point.
“Talk to you later. Good night” Clary yawned.
“Sleep now so we can wake up early tomorrow, no watching of ‘The Kissing Booth'” I laughed. That was our favorite movie. Clary just watched it because Noah Flyyn was cute that’s all.
“No promises, nighty”
I placed my phone into my bag and continued my walk down the lonely street. My apartment was just down the road. I used to live there with my aunt but since she was so busy at the hospital, they gave her an apartment just above it so they could reach her quickly.
So now I lived alone, but she usually came visiting during the weekends. She was my bone, my mom, dad, sister and friend. She was the only one I had left. My parents died in a plane crash when I was two, I hardly even remember them if not for pictures.
Taking a deep breathe and placing my bag over my left shoulder, I heard a groan.
I stopped in my tracks, straining my hearing to pick up the sound again. I heard it louder this time, it was like someone was in pain, the groaning was louder, then a cough, and I turned to my right to see the source of the sound.
A dark figure rested on the wall just beside a store. It looked liked a guy and I drew closer.
Stay away from strangers, my mind screamed.
But my helping instincts screamed louder, drawing me to the person.
“Fuckers! Think it’s nice running into my car!” The voice said, confirming my thoughts that it was a male.
“Hello” I whispered, hoping for him to hear me.
The person’s head jerked up and the first thing I saw was blood, a lot of it running down his face. From his temple, passing down beside green eyes, then s small nose and finally resting beside his lips. Very pink lips.
“Stay away from me!” He said, groaning in pain as he pushed himself away from the wall, walking away.
“Wait!” I called out, chasing after him.
He didn’t reply, just continued walking.
“I know that! Now fuck off!”
He didn’t get very far, he fell to the ground, clutching his head in pain. I ran over to him.
“Should I call the police?”
His eyes snapped open. “Fuck! No!”
“Ok then , I can help you, stay still” I said, pulling out my little nurse kit from my bag.
“Ugh! Can’t you people just mind your fucking business?”
“My house it just a few seconds from here, let me help you” I struggled to pick him up, dragging him to his feet. He forced himself up and held until me .
“Ugh! It hurts so much! I can hardly feel myself”
“That’s because you’re having a mild concussion, hold on to me”
“I really don’t need your help”
“Ok, I might as well just drop you here on the roadside, bleeding then you’ll die!” He was really heavy, I thought, getting into the lobby of my apartment.
Thank God I lived downstairs.
I dragged him, his eyes were falling shut.”Keep your eyes open guy”
“I’m tired” He mumbled almost slipping from my hold.
I fished out my keys from my pocket and opend the door.
Why was I even helping out a mere stranger? He could be a serial killer for God’s sake.
Ugh! I hate being kind sometimes.
I managed to drop him on my bed and he groaned in pain. His eyes opening and closing again, as if to fight sleep.
He finally gave in to the unconsciousness, eyes falling shut.
I picked up my kits and started to work on his injury. He seemed to have been involved in a car accident, because there were pieces of glass shards in the wound. Even his arms were bleeding
I stopped to admire his face, he was devastatingly handsome, like a prince out of a historical novel, except with a bad boy streak to it.
After about an hour of cleaning him up, I decided to check the pockets of the stranger.
Maybe I’ll find an ID or something before I called the police.
Fishing out a card from his front pocket, I saw a library card.
Name: Noah Bricks .
High school student.
Noah Bricks? Why did that name sounds familiar.
Wait! I knew him! He was a racer, and one of the members of the bad gangs in our neighborhood. He was all over the news and police were gunning for him.
What have I done!
Bringing a bad boy to my home!
Hello, so the first chapter is up and you’ve been Introduced to a very important character of the story. Anna, a good student, with little medical skills. Well she decides to help someone who happens to be a criminal, since illegal racing was an offense. Noah Bricks. What’s going to happen next? What happens when Noah wakes up in the house of a stranger?