The Bad Boy's Thorn

Prologue

M A L I A

It's such a shame how recognition changes someone, how popularity in a petty high school distances people from each other.

As I pulled out one of the many boxes from my old rusty ford car I glanced at my former best friend, Archer Silva. His 6ft 4 figure stood out as he spoke to the girl in front of him.

His looks seemed to have changed, the old coconut hair he used to have was now styled into a quiff, enhancing the colour of his tousled brown hair.

His jawline was as sharp as a knife, before his circular face would bring out his chubby cheeks. He didn't have chubby cheeks anymore, his facial structure was more sharp and defined.

Out of all of the houses in this town, my mother just had to find something unique about this one, the one exactly opposite Archer's - the very guy who left me for popularity.

It's been two years since I last saw him, two years since we last spoke. I doubt he would ever recognise me, I've changed a lot in the past two years.

My long brown hair which used to be just about shoulder length was now cascading down my waist, the disgustingly, rather large pink braces I used to wear were now removed - bringing my now almost perfect teeth into view.

I didn't wear glasses anymore, I exchanged them for contacts instead. I also started to work out in order to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I worked out until I felt comfortable with my body.

I wasn't the girl from two years ago who would just eat junk food as she scanned through the latest shows on Netflix. I was different, I began to be more productive instead of sluggishly laying on my bed all day.

"Malia if you don't hurry your flat ass up, I will get the largest room in the house." I heard the treacherous voice of my brother speak loudly, I glanced at the sixteen year old with annoyance.

I throw him a twisted smirk, "Mom! Dylan called my ass flat." I exclaim, my mother who held a spatula in her hand walked outside and looked at Dylan with a look of disapproval.

"How many times have I told you not to use words like that! You're sixteen Dylan you shouldn't know words like that!" My mother eyes my little brother down as he cowered in embarrassment.

I try to hold back my laughter, my mother treated Dylan like an absolute child. Sometimes I felt sorry for the poor guy, he would always try his best to curse silently when my mother was around.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to - it just slipped out of my mouth," Dylan says innocently as my mother squished his cheeks.

"Aw my poor baby, let me make you some pancakes so I could make you as chubby as your father." My mother comments as she pulled Dylan inside of our new house.

I reluctantly grab the remaining boxes from my car, just as I was moving the box a pair of muscular hands grab it instead, I look up locking eyes with Archer.

"Need some help?" his voice was much raspier than before, I mentally roll my eyes at his sudden act of politeness. He must be a hardcore f**k boy now.

Doesn't he recognise me?

"No thanks, I can do it myself," I mutter incoherently as I took the box from his grip, he keeps a blank face as I walked off with the box in my hands.

Archer shrugs his shoulders, "When I try to be nice I get curved, great." He mutters to himself, I ignore his statement as I walked inside my new house.

Once I entered the house the delightful smell of pancakes fills the air, I gulp as I fought the desire to eat one. I already ate some chipotle on the way, I tend to get too carried away with eating.

Ignoring the scent of the delicious goodness, I make my way upstairs. After looking through the four rooms I had decided to take the room with the large window sill.

I've always wanted a little place to sit near the window, it reminds me of the show girl meets world.

I pull the blinds up only to find another person's room practically one metre away from mine. As I continued to look at the window, I noticed a shirtless figure enter the room.

Of course. It was Archer Silva.

I quickly pull my blinds down before he could notice me, I take a seat on the window cill and took a deep breath. Could my damn luck get any worse?

Suddenly the doorbell rings. I groan realising that nobody is going to open the door. "Dylan! Check who came!" I yell. There was no response.

Sighing I take the route down the stairs, stupid sibling. He's the younger child, he should be opening the door. After grumbling incoherent curse words I finally made my way towards the door.

"My mom told me to give you this," Archer states throwing me a container, I glare at him before catching the container.

"Hand it politely next time," I state bitterly, but I notice that he's not standing in front of me anymore, he was already making his way back into his house.

After slamming the door shut I made my way towards the kitchen.

I open the container only to find a batch of cupcakes inside, it wouldn't hurt to take one... maybe all.

As I munched on the sugary delight I ponder back to Archer. So he doesn't recognise me, he just thinks I'm the new girl.

"Malia!" I hear the gruff voice of my step-father, my smile falters as he completely ignores me, grabbing the container of cupcakes. "Oh, cupcakes! For me?" He takes a bite out of a cupcake.

"You'll be starting your old high-school from tomorrow, I wish you luck." He pats my back, "And these cupcakes, I need them for educational purposes."

My step-dad walks off with the container of cupcakes wordlessly. After my mother married him two years ago, life became easier - much happier.

My surname had changed into my step-father's surname, Tate. I no longer had my old surname, which meant that nobody from my old high school would recognise me.

Old high-school meant meeting familiar faces. I clench my fists at my old high school memories, I was made fun of, told I was too fat. That my existence was not required in this world.

I'm going to go back into that horrible high-school with my head held high, those people won't know what hit them. I'll make them regret bullying me and get justice for the people who were a victim to their bullying.

And most importantly, I'll make Archer regret ditching me for the 'popular' kids.

PREFACE

' a red rose lays deep in my soul,

it's thorns scattered inside my lungs.

preventing me from speaking

the words i desire

most. '

a girl. a boy. his best friend. all struggle to speak the words they desire the most. a boy fears to speak of his eating disorders and the pressure from his mother, a girl who is afraid to come out. and a girl who wants to take her life. none speak of what they really want to say, all try to hide from the threads of society.

beginning

bad boy's thorn.

where one realises love was a thorn all along. words are nothing but thorns scattered inside ones lungs.