The Good Girl *EDITING*

Chapter Eight.

- Darcy's POV -

- 7 PM -

"Abbie what?!" Danielle snaps at me. "How the fuck did she know?"

"I don't even have a clue." I mutter, clenching my jaw.

"That fucking slut." She glares. "Did you actually let her cheat?"

"Y-yes I-I d-did." I say, I can't even say a word properly for now.

"Darcy! You fucking showed her that you're weak." She runs a hand through her hair. "You were supposed to fucking refuse."

"But I don't want them to know."

"This way, they will fucking know." She mutters. "Abbie is not a fucking person to trust."

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?" I ask, upset.

"Something better than being her answer passer!" She snaps.

"Me? An answer passer? Dani, what would you do if you were me?" I ask, mad at her.  

I'm not Abbie's answer passer. I'm doing this for them.

"I would've refused. She has no evidence." Danielle mutters.

"She does have pictures." I pester.

"What?! You never fucking metioned that." She scolds.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" I ask, ignoring all the shit that's happening.

"Did you have your license back in the US?'' She hesitates.

"Yeah." I mumble.

I never used that shit of a license.

"Here you go." She puts some keys in my hands.

"I  don't have a fucking license." I huff. 

"Nobody checks licenses over here. I'm teaching that slut a lesson." 

"Fine." I mumble.

My hands are literally shaking so hard, I'm really afraid. 

- 15 Minutes Later -

"Stop over here! That slut is going to learn her lesson." Danielle snaps.

"Dani, what are you going to do?" I hesitate. 

Driving on the right is way harder than expected. 

"Watch and learn." She glares getting out of the car.

I frown and Danielle goes to knock the door. 

Fuck. My. Life.

Abbie's mother opens the door. How did I know it's her mother? You can see she's done a lot of surgeries and she's wearing a mini skirt and you can see her cleavage from the top.

Typical Abbie.

I don't understand what's so great about having a cleavage.

"How can I help you?" She asks. 

"Well, we have a project with Abbie and we wanted to talk to her." Danielle lies.

"Oh really? Come in." She says. "Make sure to remove your boots before getting inside."

Slut.

"She's a slut, exactly like her daughter." Danielle whispers. 

We both rush to Abbie's room, she's shaving.

Now? We have a maths test tomorrrow, and she's shaving?

"What got you here, Darcy?" Abbie asks.