Normally, girls would typically want to date bad boys, maybe majority of girls in my school but I don’t associate myself with them. I am my own person and based on personal experience, bad boys isn’t my cup of tea. My mum dated and married a bad boy (dad) and things didn’t turn out all that perfect. Doors slamming, curses fill the air at bedtime, mum threatening to divorce dad, luggage packed, stay overs at grandma until dad apologizes, temporary makeup and the cycle repeats again. My elder sister isn’t much better too. Her bad boy had flings with other girls, smokes all sort of stuff (we could all die from second hand smoking in the future for all we know) and other stuff my sister haven’t found out yet. I thought she would know better after seeing what happen to our parents but I guess not. So there’s me, the awkward turtle with a sensible head. I promise myself since young that I would never ever date a bad boy and I guess in stories, never always becomes ever. So let me tell you about how that promise was broken by a certain some bad boy. 

the bad boy profile:

bad boy #1

name: ??

gang/position: big bang

trademark:

personal comments:

bad boy #2

name: ??

gang/position: B.A.P

trademark: 

personal comments: 

bad boy #3

name: ??

gang/position: winner

trademark:

personal comments:

Final verdict: stay away/avoid them at all cost to lead a peaceful life in high school and eventually get into an Ivy League university for a better future!!!

** as the story progresses, i will fill up these blanks, meanwhile you guys can guess :) **