Hi there,
So this is the end of Bad Boys Club. Thank you so much for supporting this book. I actually started this book a long time ago and it has taken two years to finally finish it.
Along the way of writing , however, my creative juices kept flowing but I didn't want to make this book too long the I realized that I could do a sequel to this book by focusing on the characters lives after graduation from Edwin and Co. And if you noticed they are a lot of openings for that, for example, Christian's live story and Tyler's full story along with his dad's connection to Heather and Christian. Also, I will be focusing on Tyler, Heather and Charlie's relationship. So the sequel will focus on their lives years after graduation.
I may not be able to start the sequel this year since I have a lot of other books I'm working on but in the near future I will be releasing so stay tuned.
Anyways, thanks a lot for reading and support this book. Your supports actually motivated me to finish it. So thanks thanks thanks and more thanks.đ
Everything is strictly fictional, even some of the places (like the school) mentioned here is purely fictional and if for any reason any part of the book seems like a real life incident it is purely coincidental. That said please do not copy my book. This messageabout copy right is very important because as a writer I have racked my brain for ideas long enough to have someone rip off me. If this book causes any triggers please do not backlash my book but you can stop reading if you need to. I know it may be too interesting to put down, I am promising to make it that interesting. I promise to upload twice weekly and if I do not have enough time to upload I'll be letting my readers know and if I DO have enough time at hand I'll upload thrice for your benefits. I accept critics, please comment (if you can) if you feel the book isn't or is alright.&nb
The alarm ringing beside me sent goosebumps up and down my arms because it was very unusual for a girl like me to set an alarm for a Saturday, everyone loves to sleep in on weekends and I am no exception. I could sleep the day away. But of course, there was a reason for the alarm on a Saturday at exactly noon, my first day at Edwin and Co. (no it's not a company...it's a sub-division of it) group of Schools as a boarder, a school with tentacles reaching 3 continents and 24 countries. A school dad could afford for me with his now elevated status as Managing Director of the new Edwin branch and because Mr. Maximillian Edwin was very "generous" he suggested that dad should let me attend school at his private boarding school. But I will still have to pay my fees, Mr. Maximillian is no Santa. Mom already packed all I need to survive the hostel for the school year and since it was the beginning of another school year I wasn't too concerned. Bes
Ask Diddy your most personal interrelationship questions. Tell Diddy everything. Go on! We dare you! Remember, the reason Ask Diddy is added to the school newspaper is to help students interact with a fellow yet an anonymous student. All secrets told to Diddy remain secret. Dear Diddy,When I first got here I was called a hoe, a bitch. But you know as much as I do who the real bitches of school are.Anyway, I think I proved them right yesterday. I had sex with one of my classmates in that unused science lab. I have heard stories of girls who got pregnant and dropped out of school. I don't want to get pregnant and if I do I don't want my parent to know, it would be the death of them if I got pregnant at this age. It could even cause a scandal for my dad. What should I do!
So Charlie and I got to put most of my stuff away, she was really helpful, fast and very chatty. Once we got done we decided to get a tour of the place. It was late afternoon by this time and the lights of the hostel were already being turned on, some floodlights attached to the buildings were beginning to cast shadows on the wall. Charlie slipped her socked feet into her flops "Meet me behind the hostel in five " she said and started moving out. "Where are you going? " I asked. "I need to get something from there. Just do as I say, don't talk to anyone yet, mind your business too " with that she slammed the door shut leaving me all by myself. For a split second, I felt like a baby without a mommy. I want my mommy! She's the only friend I knew for now and the idea of leaving the room without her didn't taste nice on my buds so I got down to putting the rest of my stuff away and throwing my bags in one of the other empty lockers. Bu
For the fifth time, I rolled on my bed and opened my eyes. The steady sound of water filled my ears. Charlie was still in the bathroom, been there since 4:59 am and now 5:25 and she's still scrubbing the flesh off her body. It reminded me of Bea. When Bea takes over the bathroom how long do you wanna wait? 1 hour, a month, a year? You got it! Back at Lake George, we all shared one bathroom; mom, dad, Bea and I. The memories of 'those days' aren't worth keeping. Bea's habit of just randomly wasting time on anything then just always provides me with an excuse when I need one and I get someone to blame for it. For Instance, when mom asks why I still haven't had my bath, I could just easily say "Bea's been in the bathroom the whole day " That excuse has worked for years and it still works because Bea... she's just something else. Mom tries every time to talk to Bea about it but of course, a leopard doesn't change its skin neither would
As we all filed out of the assembly hall I could see the views of the hallways which were exceptionally long especially since I was looking at them from the entrance of the assembly hall. Columns lined the edge of every hall and I could just imagine swinging on them like a stripper, literarily. The walls of everything I could see from my side were painted in the same cream color as the dining hall. Students had already left the hall but Charlie wanted me to get a good look at everything and savor what was going to be my 'home' for the next one and a half years. It was not bad, it was better than my former school back at Lake George. "You're kinda lucky, you know, you came in right when we had just a year left before graduation" "Yeah? If I had my way I would not be in any school at all" Charlie laughed shaking her head. Somewhere at the far end opposite us, a door banged and a man in white sleeves and grey trousers came out holding some books.
And for the first time, I became the prey. The hunter became the hunted and trust me this deer or rat or whatever animal I am in the eyes of the BBC (scoff) sucks for sure. I walked with my eyes constantly looking over my shoulders. I mean I needed to check just in case someone had the genius idea to spray some tomato juice or whatever on my skirt again. The good part though was the laundry services Charlie said the school used would be able to get the stain off. I decided to camp in the library during the break where not many students would be. From the bookshelves I found some novels to read and took them to a seat to read, four seats were arranged around square tables at almost every side of the room. I wasn't much interested in the books as I was in maintaining a low cover first so I could get my bearings again and plan the sweetest revenge. "Hey." The voice came from directly above me. I looked up at the person lowering himself on the seat opposite me.
âOkay, Jessica, what did you do to make Annabel so much on your case?â I shrugged. It was just after reading hours and I was too exhausted to even rant about the vampire-cold-blooded head girl, Annabel Reed. I dumped my bag on my bed and plopped on my bed. âIf I didnât know better I would say she had the hots for you?â Charlie said. She pulled the chair from her reading table and dropped her bag on it before sitting on her bed. âWhat do you mean?â âRumor has it that she and Martin Sanchez are banging. Donât know how true that is since they never act like they do. Besides the rumor was passed by the juniors who donât even live in the senior quarters so how do they know?â I wrinkled my nose. Annabel and Martin? Nah, not likely. They were like two opposite poles. âI wonât wish her on Martin. I bet her kitty is as cold as she is. And no one likes cold kitty.â Charlie sat up with a mock expression of anger on her face. âExcuse me, I do love
Hi there, So this is the end of Bad Boys Club. Thank you so much for supporting this book. I actually started this book a long time ago and it has taken two years to finally finish it. Along the way of writing , however, my creative juices kept flowing but I didn't want to make this book too long the I realized that I could do a sequel to this book by focusing on the characters lives after graduation from Edwin and Co. And if you noticed they are a lot of openings for that, for example, Christian's live story and Tyler's full story along with his dad's connection to Heather and Christian. Also, I will be focusing on Tyler, Heather and Charlie's relationship. So the sequel will focus on their lives years after graduation. I may not be able to start the sequel this year since I have a lot of other books I'm working on but in the near future I will be releasing so stay tuned. Anyways, thanks a l
The junior class 3 outdid themselves with the creative decorations they put up in the dining hall. The light bulbs they put up displayed a variety of colors all over the dining floor. The tables and chairs had been moved aside to allow for open dancing space. Streamers and balloons were hanging from window corners and even from some of the ceiling fans. At one side of the dining was a bar that was set up using the excess drinks rolled out by the outgoing senior class 3 and Jake Newman and some other guy I didnât recognize served drinks to people. There was also a buffet with a variety of goodies and some of the first and second-year juniors occupied this table as they helped themselves to the food spread out. At the entrance of the dining was a huge banner that read âHappy Graduation!!!â Charlie and I scanned the hall. Charlie wore form-fitting slacks with an open-neck long-sleeved shirt and low heels. She and Tyler came up with the idea to dress the exact same way for whatever reaso
âI appreciate everyone who has taken the time out of their busy schedules to attend our 10th graduation ceremony. It gives me great pleasureâŚâ Mr. Jorge, ever the simp went on and on about what achievements patrons of the school have done, he talked about Mr. Maximilianâs efforts in contributing to the welfare of the staff and students, he spoke highly of the graduating students, you know, all that good stuff we already knew. The majority of the students werenât even listening to his speech but the parents were because thatâs what you do when you grow up, get married, and have kids, you listen to speeches because they become interesting to you in your old age. After praising Mr. Maximilian to the skies he invited the graduating students to the podium for the presentation of their certificates. Looking at them walk orderly and with an aura of maturity around them, it was hard to tell that these year 3 seniors were the same who once threw parties and staggered drunkenly behind the close
âI canât believe we need a graduation assembly before the party.â Charlie and I were at the hostel laundry pressing our uniforms with hot irons, the pleats on my skirt were razor-sharp as requested by Miss Diana. She came to the hostel two nights after the conclusion of exams to announce the date for the graduation, not that we didnât know already but her services as matron to the girls required her to give us the information we already knew about. The graduation ceremony for Edwin and Co. is done in two phases. First, the announcement of the achievements of the graduating students, the announcement of the new perfects, the head boy and girl speech, the principalâs speech and Mr. Edwinâs speech, followed by the presentation of certificates to the graduates. For this, all parents were invited but the after-party was strictly for the students. âWe never had a graduation assembly at Lake George. I can barely even remember what graduation was like back then but I do remember the booze, t
âTime up,â Ms. Elena announced. âLeave your papers and apparatus on the table and move out. This is your final exam in senior year 2, what an amazing year it has been to teach you all.â Her words were heavy with sarcasm. Students stood up and left the lab one after the other. As soon as they left a cheerful noise erupted as the students of senior class 2 celebrated the completion of exams but Christian and I sat in silence. âWard, Underwood collect the papers on each slab and bring them to me. When youâre done with that clean up the lab.â Without waiting a second Christian stood up and started picking the exam papers on one side and I did the same on the other side. In a few minutes, we finished with that and submitted the papers to Ms. Elenaâs office. âGood,â she said eyeing Christian and me with curiosity. âNow you can clean up the lab until you both work off that tension between you.â Great, she noticed. âYes maâam.â We went out and began to rinse the conical flasks, test tube
Over the next week and the week after I had no chance to take Heatherâs advice because of my exams. I studied hard with Charlie and let me tell you Charlie is a blessing when she explains difficult topics. Everyone should be blessed with a friend like Charlie Fudge who supports, loves, and looks out for her friends. I had expected her to prod me on what Heather and I talked about but she didnât ask any questions, we simply moved on from it and went back to being friends and roommates but I know she hopes Heather and I come to an understanding soon. My new friendship with Tyler was also blossoming at a rather rapid pace. When he is not against you Tyler was quite the charmer. He is funny and his carefree lifestyle was just what I needed to deal with the pressure of exams and the knowledge that I would have to confront Christian one day. While he never left Christianâs side he did show his friendliness by shouting my name across the dining hall and playfully slapping my shoulder when we
âI already knew about Christian even before I met him because Tyler couldnât shut up about his amazing friend.â Heather laughed. âHe claimed Christian was intelligent, he was smart, he was cool. I think he looked up to Christian.â Thatâs not surprising because Christian seems more reasonable and responsible than Tyler. I guess they kind of balance each other, one is reasonable the other is wild and carefree. The perfect fit. âDo you know that the first time I met Christian, which was at the very beginning of our last junior year, he was studying,â she laughed again. âHeâs too serious sometimes.â I tried to imagine a younger Christian bent over his book reading. Itâs quite like him. Everything about him is contradictory; the intelligent bad boy who really doesnât do any bad stuff. What secrets does he keep? Why does he have a wall built around himself? âDo you know how Tyler and Christian became friends?â I asked, mildly curious. âNot much, only that they knew each other years befo
âAs you already know I was impressed with the view of Mr. Maximilianâs house. I finally understood how he could afford to take care of my mom and meâŚâ The house was huge, at that time the gazebo was still under construction. Rachelâs car drove up the long drive to the front of the house where a maid welcomed both Heather and her mother. The interior was the house was quite impressive for a small-town girl like Heather. Immediately they arrived the maid ushered Rachel into the study where Maximilian was waiting for her. Heather was taken to a separate room where a TV was turned on and a show was running. She wasnât as interested in the show as she was in the ornaments that adorned the room. There were ceramic figurines of ballerinas, shepherds, and sheep on a shelf, polished bronze, and gold sculptures, and some beautiful paintings were arranged on the wall. The maid who brought her to the room appeared with a tray of juice and chocolate chip cookies that smelled delicious. As soon as
âThe first time I met Maximilian Edwin was when I turned 13 I thinkâŚâ Before then Rachel was beginning to stay out late again and Heather spent more time at Charlieâs than ever before. âGoing out again tonight?â Mrs. Fudge would ask. Rachel would laugh and reply. âYes, I am working late hours again tonight.â But Heather knew she was lying. She knew that because she saw her mom pack an overnight bag containing fishnets, handcuffs, a black whip, and some packets. On one of the packets the words âCummy edible pantiesâ were written across the black package. And since she had heard her mom tell someone over the phone to meet her at someplace in an hour she knew she was not going to work but was seeing another man. But she didnât say anything to Rachel, she simply allowed her to drop her off at the Fudgeâs, at least she got to study and play with Charlie. The Fudges were very kind to her. Mrs. Fudge baked the best cakes and Heather loved cakes as much as she loved her mom, it was uncondi