Lora and Sage (Bad Reputation)

    For an eighteen-year-old guy, I can consider myself as “kinda” good-looking - although a lot tells me that I’m “stunningly attractive and drop-my-panty gorgeous”. You know what I mean? Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and tall, muscular figure. Ha. Is that what all girls like? And humor. Boy I was!     Anyway, when one looks like me, though I doubt it, you’re guaranteed to have a permanent reputation. Bad boy.     Say it with me. Bad boy.     Oh yes! I remember when I was twelve years old. My first day at high school, my mom packed lunch for me even though I told her that I was no longer a boy. I was pissed then, so I had a scowl on my face throughout the day. At lunch, I took out my food and threw it into the trash bin where a lot of freshmen, even seniors, saw me. Did I mention that I was pissed? I stared right into each of them, not feeling a single bit of embarrassment and fear. And then I said, “You can also watch me throw a piss on you some other time.”     Is this when I acquired the name Bad Boy? Wrong. I was called Piss Boy for the whole week. I felt kinda humiliated by that, so I did all the ways I could to find out who started it. It was my classmate, Brianna. She was this girl who used to laugh out loud to everything I said, even though I was not really speaking to her. That b***h. As gentleman as I was, I didn’t confront her. But when I heard that she had a crush on me... (can you believe it?)     Let’s just say she fell for me too deeply that I couldn’t catch her.     Boom! Bad boy era began.     As I grew up, I learned that having a face like this and having an interesting attitude, as what they said, you get to gain more favors than you expect: freebies, no suspensions, attention, girls... you get me.     I thought, when I transferred to West Hyatt High School, all would be the same.     But then I met her.