The Emancipation of a Badboy

Book One: How to Destroy a BadboyBook Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dominic Riiiiiiiing !Riiiiiiiing !Riiiiiiiing!  My eyes opened immediately as soon as I heard my phone ringing loud as fuck. I groaned deeply at the lingering fact that I still needed some more time to sleep, preferably an uninterrupted one. The party that I went to last night was definitely something. My body was inched almost at the very edge of the couch, just about to fall. Much to my frustration, I mustered an ounce of energy enough to keep myself from falling and, at the same time, stretch my arm in order to reach for my phone. I'm pretty sure I did not set up an alarm for today. It took seconds before I realized that it wasn't an alarm but a call from my dad. I honestly don't want to pick up the phone, but I felt like I needed to, and I was damn right. He was calling to give me a heads up that he's already on his way back home from his business trip. I know it was supposed to be a three-day trip, but I gue

Dominic "Oh, wow. Nice car!" I huffed in awe as I laid eyes on the red Maserati waiting for us just only because it looked slick and shiny as if it just bathed in glossy paint or something. "So, where are we heading to?" I asked once we both got inside."Do you want to meet a special friend of mine?" He responds with a very conniving smile, and if I am reading him correctly, this is going to be a hell of a night."Not really," I replied."Oh come on, man, this is going to be fun.""I mean I know how to put the F in fun so yeah, let's hit the road then!" I swallowed. Jonathan drove me to a place that I positively reckon to be his foreshadowed predatorial abode, and tonight, I am going to be his poor and helpless prey. The parking lot at his building is merely dark and quiet enough for me to make some advances to him. I hope that this man isn't married to someone else. He looks and smells more like a bachelor to me

Yhannie I will never define my final days in high school to be the best days of my high school life. Clearly, it's an utter fiasco that almost emotionally broke every one that is involved. If there is someone pleased and satisfied with their own final days to the point where they define it to be the best chapters of their high school journey, that would totally be Valerie and that little shit club that she created. After that inevitable heartbreaking night at the Valentine's Ball, there were a lot of lines drawn in the sand, in fact, the lines were drawn pretty visibly, and ultimately, in a day, a wall was built providing unwanted divisions. Dominic made his mind to cut off everything that is between us completely, friendship no more, telepathy gone, connection cut. He strictly stopped talking to me, not even be alone in a room with me, and would only bat a hateful eye-roll on me whenever our paths cross in the hallway or at the field. As his best friend, I trie

Valentine  The day had quickly bled into nightfall, and I found myself drinking at an acoustic bar with all of my friends gathered up. I am astonished to see all three of us here tonight when we couldn't even make a decent plan to meet up and have some bro time without someone cancelling out the last minute. This time, there is no plan made. I totally want to have a drink and have some time to burn all of this stress that I'm getting from work. I just texted both Aldrin and Jack last minute. Whoever shows up, I'll deal with it and, apparently, they both showed up. Many things had changed between the three of us except that we are still tight, but most of it, life had just forced us to evolve. Aldrin is already married and has two children, while Jack is doing a lot of travelling with her girlfriend. “How was it going with the restaurant?” Playing with the beer cap, Aldrin began opening the floor of conversation.