Good Girl

Chapter 9

Abby’s PoV

After I was introduced to all of my classes and teachers, I made a mental list of the ones I might consider attending, and the ones I’ll ditch.

I’m a bad kid.

All of the teachers know it, too.

In every class, the teacher took attendance out loud, like they do, and when they came across my name they gave me this weird look. The “I’ve got my eye on you” look.

I’d recognize that look anywhere.

Anyways, you know that girl that was on the bus? Yeah, Juliette. She went to my old school.  She was the straight A’s, teacher’s pet, really shy, really pretty. She was perfect, but not popular. And I like that about her.

So when we got on the bus, I sat down next to her. I could tell she was scared if me; she scooted up against the side of the bus when I sat down, trying not to touch me. And the seats are tiny.

“Calm down, sweetie,” I laughed. “I don’t bite. Unless you like that kinda stuff.”

She laughed uncomfortably and sat like a normal human being.

“Sorry.”

After a long pause, I asked, “How come people are so scared of me? You practically shat yourself when I got you to sit down next to me this morning.”