"Erica get your ass up, you have to go to school."
My mother's annoying voice rang through my ears from the other side of the door, causing me to groan.
"Alright, I'll be right out."
I heard her huff at my door before walking away, I sat up getting out of bed walking to my closet, I pulled out my leather jacket, a black t-shirt, with dark wash jeans, and my combat boots. I let my reddish brown hair fall down naturally and walked to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth, doing my make-up like always just eyeliner and mascara. I walked out of the room grabbing my bag heading to my car without saying a single word to my mom. My mom is a pain in my ass, she thinks she's queen bitch and she's not, if anything it's me, I can honestly say that I can kick my mom's scrawny ass from here to higher hell. The drive to school was quiet, I parked in my normal space before walking into the school finding my locker to put my things away, that is until some prick bumped into me. I turned around to see a tall boy with dusty blond hair, and a toned body he actually didn't look too bad, not really my type but not too bad. His eyes widened when he saw me as he opened and closed his mouth like he had something to say but kept changing his mind, I began to get annoyed.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Speak I have somewhere to be."
He shook his head holding his hand out.
"Right, sorry I'm Dustin, I just started here and I'm kinda lost I'm sorry I was rude I guess."
I looked at him like he was crazy, did he really just apologize and think that I was going to be okay with this shit? Oh hell no he has another thing coming.
"Look, I'm sure you're a great guy but I have to go to class, I don't know what the hell you're thinking but I'm not the friend type so look somewhere else alright."
I walked away heading to my first period class, only to be joined by Dustin, since there were no more available seat's he had to sit next to me. He walked over taking his seat next to me, he smiled while I simply rolled my eyes, I heard him let out a loud sigh and felt him looking at me.
"Why are you being such a bitch to me? You don't even know me."
I let out a small chuckle.
"Simple I'm a bitch and don't like people, let alone new people."
"I think it's an act, I think you're scared."
I looked at him and now I was fucking pissed.
"Listen I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I'll kick the living shit out of you and not give a fuck about the consequences. Do me a favor don't "act" like you know me, anything about me because you really fucking don't."
After my short rant the bell rang dismissing us to next period, the rest of the day was boring that is until eighth period. Dustin decided that he was going to take the seat next to me, I looked at him and all my anger that once melted away came back as I scowled at him.
"Why the hell are you fucking sitting here? You know I don't fucking like you."
"Because I think you just need someone to actually give a fuck about you."
"No what I need is for things to go back to the way they were before your bitch ass showed up at this fucking school from hell."
He leaned in close whispering in my ear.
"I'm not giving up on you, sooner or later I'll see the real you."
I didn't say anything, I just looked forward focusing on the lesson, when the bell rang I walked out of class heading to my locker. However that was stopped when I felt a hand on my wrist, I turned around to see Dustin standing there with my wrist in his hand. I looked at him shaking my head with a death glare on my face, he pulled me off to the side.
"Let's make a deal alright?"
I looked at him like he was crazy but I'll admit I was a bit intrigued.
"What kind of deal?"
"You help me be more badass, and I'll help you get in touch with your softer not so bitchy side."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because we both need someone, so why not bring the two people who are missing the same thing together, so what do you say?"
I thought for a second before I realized that my wrist was still in his hand, I yanked it away from him.
"Alright fine, but I'm not changing the way I speak, or how I dress, it's who I am."
"Fine whatever."
We shook hands and I walked to my locker gathering my things before heading home to spend the rest of my day in the glorious sound of ACDC.
