You're the school bad girl. You scare teachers, students, and even the principal into what you want them to do. Wes is the new boy at school, and he is immediately attracted to your mysteriousness.
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*Your POV*

"And don't come back, you little bitch!" You snapped at a jock who walked onto your turf at the back of the school, by the teacher's parking lot. "Nice one, Y/N!" Your friend and gang member, Anthony said. "You flatter me, Padildo." You joked. He rolled his eyes, still smirking. The people in your gang were Anthony Padilla (the one you just joked with), Felix Kjelberg, Mark Fischbach, and Josh Ovenshire. You were the only girl everyone feared. Even the principal let you do what you wanted, and the teachers gave you good grades, although you never attended class. "Y/N! I heard there was a new kid coming today," Josh said. "Can we go see if he's quick enough to run with us?" He asked, pushing up his glasses slightly. You adjusted your leather jacket. "Your mom works in the office. Do you have a name?" You asked. "Wesley Johnson. Goes by 'Wes,' though." Josh replied. You smirked. "Go get your mom to call him to the office, and make her tell this 'Wes' kid to go to the football field. He got a tour, correct?" You asked. Josh nodded. "Then go do it. Now!" You ordered.

You, Mark, Anthony, and Felix waited by the scoreboard at the end of the football field. You saw Josh walking onto the field with a tall boy, with long brown hair, a green tee shirt with the Triforce of Courage on it, and a black hoodie. "So you're Wes Johnson. The girls were right, Wes. You are one of the few pretty boys at this school." You said as he and Josh approached. Mark, Anthony, Josh, and Felix stared at you as if they were offended. "Uh...thanks." Wes said shyly. "I want you to know, Johnson, that this is our school, and if you think you can try to take it from us, I highly suggest you find something better to do. Got it?" You barked. He nodded. "Yeah." Wes said. "We also want you to know that if you come onto our turf without our permission, I'll personally beat the shit out of you." Mark said. "Mark," you snapped. "I've got this." Mark sighed and glared at Wes. You knew he had a major crush on you, but he knew he'd lose his spot in the gang if he told you. You preferred the quiet, nerdy type. Like Wes, for example. "You four leave. I need to talk to Wes. Alone." You said. The four boys walked away, sitting on the bleachers 50 or 60 yards away ((meters for my friends in the UK or any other foreign countries.)) "So, Wes, what kind of guy are you?" You asked, crossing your arms. "I don't think I understand..." He said quietly. "Are you a jock? Nerd? Prep? Good boy? Or do you think you could hang with me and the boys?" You asked. "I guess I'm sort of a 'good boy'. How do you even know my name, anyway?" Wes asked. "So naïve, Wesley. I have people to get inside information." You responded. Wes nodded. "Well, Wes, just remember, I'm the girl who turns Good Boys Bad. And by the way, if someone asks where you were, say 'Kissing Y/N.'" You said, tugging on his hoodie and bringing his face closer to yours, kissing him passionately. "Later, Johnson." You said, sashaying back to your group of friends. "My God she is so hot." Wes mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.