Beautiful Badass

Chapter 1

~Sapphire"s POV~

Hi, I"m Sapphire Jone, and I"m a bad girl as society would label me.

Personally, I just think that I"m very opinionated. I tell people how it is and how I feel. I also do whatever I want. I"m eighteen, legally an adult, so I don"t think some high school teachers should be able to tell me what to do.

Speaking of high school. I go to Northridge High School in San Diego California. I"m the "outcast" of school. But really, I just don"t like anyone at my high school, they"re all fake.

Take Ashley Young for example. She"s the popular slut bag of Northridge. She has all her little minions that do her every command and follow her everywhere. She"s also dating the caption of our football team, Blake Harrison. He"s actually one of the only people I wouldn"t say is fake. Anyway back to Ashley. She will act like your best friend until you disobey her, then she stabs you in the back and turns on you. Her parents are also filthy rich.

Now there is nothing wrong with that, my dad is one of the richest businessmen in town. We live on the rich side of town, in one of the big beautiful houses. I drive the newest Lexus and I have nice clothes, but I have a terrible father. He abuses me. Not only physically, but verbally. He never hits me where the bruises can be seen, normally my stomach and back. He"s also called me slut, w***e, b***h, f*ck up, mistake. You name it, I"ve probably been called it.

The abuse all started when my mom died two years ago. I was only sixteen and mom died to cancer. Liver cancer to be exact. Never smoked or drank a day in her life, but she still got liver cancer. Dad was the best father you could have when mom was alive. He loved me, told me I was beautiful, gave me almost everything, still does but it"s different, but all that changed the day mom died. We never talked about her, all the pictures of her disappeared, luckily I had a few I managed to save before they were all gone. I look at them sometimes before I go to bed. I miss her everyday. I look just like her.

I have her brown hair and brown eyes. I have her nose, but I have my dads lips. I"m as small as her, standing at a height of 5ft 2in and as thin as a twig. My boobs are an A-cup and I have an ok butt. I think that"s why my dad is so awful to me, I look just like my mom. The love of his life, who he lost.

Anyway, enough sad stuff and all this talk about me. Even though I know there will be lots more of that. Let"s talk about the day my whole world got flipped upside down, again.

It was really the whole day though. I did my normal daily routine. Get up, get ready, drive to school, go to my locker, go to class, eat lunch, finish school and then go home to hell. But it all went wrong when I went to math class.

I walk in and go to my normal seat in the far back corner. Everyone files in and class starts.

"Ok class, today we will be..." My teacher started saying, but I zoned out during the rest of class.

Finally the bell rang and I start gathering my things.

"Ms. Jones and Mr. Harrison please join me at my desk before you leave." Yells the teacher, I never ca-red to learn his name.

Oh"s erupted around the room as everyone left. I made my way over to the desk and stood there as Blake walked over and our teacher closed the door.

He walked over to us and stood on the opposite side of his desk. "I can guess that you"re probably wo-ndering why I"ve kept you here." He says.

"No s**t Sherlock." I say rolling my eyes. I hear Blake laugh from next to me.

"Mrs. Jones I will kindly ask you not to speak that way to me." He says.

"Can we just get this over with so I can go home?" I ask.

"Very well, I have kept you because I have noticed that Mr. Harrison has been slacking off on his grads." He says.

"Football has had to have extra practices because we are going to the championship soon." Blake explains.

"I understand that, but you still should be keeping your grades up." Our teacher says.

"What does this have to do with me?" I ask getting annoyed.

"I want you to tutor Mr. Harrison." He says.

"Him?"

"Her?" We say at the same time. We look at each other. Well I look up at his 6ft 6in frame and he looks down at my 5ft 2in frame.

"Look sir, I will get my grades up, but I don"t need a tutor to help me." Blake says looking back at our teacher.

"And I don"t think it"s my responsibility to make sure football brain here keeps his grades up." I say.

"Sorry, I"ve made up my mind. You can start today if you wish." Is all he says before he sits down and turns all his attention to his computer.

"Asshole." I mumble under my breath before turning and storming out.

"Hey!" I hear Blake yell, but I had already shut the door and just didn"t feel like waiting. I walk down the hallway when my arm is grabbed and I get spin around. I crash into a hard chest and then I pull away and look at his face.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask.

"Didn"t you just hear Mr. Johnson?" Ah, that"s his name, which I"m sure I will forget.

"Yeah,what"s your point?" I ask.

"I kinda don"t want him to email my parents about my grades, so would you help me?" He asks adding a cheesy smile at the end.

I sigh. "Fine."

"Cool. I"m Blake, by the way." He says sticking out his hand.

I look at it and then back to his face. "Yeah, I know."

He clears his throat and then puts his hand down. "Aren"t you going to tell me yours? Or should I just call you Jones?" He asks.

"Do what you want, but my name is Sapphire." I say.

"Sapphire that"s a pretty name." He says.

"Thanks, my mom picked it." I say.

"Well Sapphire, when do you want to start?" He asks.

"Are you free today?" I ask.

"Yeah. Do you want me to follow you to your house?" He says.

"Yeah. I drive a white Lexus, so just look for that." I say before turning and walking to my car.

And that"s how it all started.

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