Good Girl

Chapter 10

Julie’s PoV

I looked down at my lap when she said that.

“What?” she chuckled. “You think I couldn’t tell?”

I laughed a little.

“If I had to blame it on one thing, it’d be your reputation.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s my reputation?”

“Well…a criminal, I guess.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“And that makes me a mean person?”

“No…not you. It’s just that people who beat up other people are generally-“

“Honey, I beat up shitheads and the dicks that pick on innocent little girls like you.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Oh, uh…well, thanks…?” I really had no idea.

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughed. “You still scared?”

“Well, yeah, of getting on your bad side.”

She laughed and nudged my shoulder.

“You have nothing to worry about, trust me. I know you, Ms. Juliette Cantrell.”

I smiled.

Are we…friends, now?

What she said next was pretty much a dead giveaway for that question.

“Hey, you got a nickname? There’s gotta be something cool that’s shorter that ‘Juliette Cantrell’…”

“Well, my friends and family call me Julie-“

“Not cool. You need something that’s different. Preferably something you’ve never been called before.”

“I don’t know.”

Her eyes lit up.

“J.C.”