GoodGirl BadGirl

Chapter 8 l

Chapter Eight: Hobo's will win model awards compared to us

Nevada's POV

I had to pinch myself twice - really hard might I add - and then attack a poor stranger passing by to pinch me again before I let myself believe that, there right in front of me was Little Miss Goody-Two Shoes flirting with a college boy!

Well, it looked like flirting until a whole group decided to surround her.

And then I realised my eyes were really deceiving me from the start. She was not flirting at all and if the tears were anything to go by she was really being tormented by a group of college boys. And to top it all off Hunter was nowhere to be seen. Which seemed strange because those two were never one without the other.

Their laughter caused me to furrow my brows in confusion. Where the hell was Hunter? He would never leave her in a place like this, especially with boys like them. Scratch that he would never leave her with any boys. Ever.

The leader took a step forward and slightly touched her hair, clearly enjoying her discomfort. My blood boiled in anger, my hands fisted and I was ready to smash each of their heads in.

Teasing a girl is one thing, flirting with her is another but clearly taking pleasure in her distress and violating her personal space is a whole other situation. And I loathed (hate seems like a weak work to describe my feeling here) those boys who think it's funny to pick on innocent girls.

I had no idea what I was gonna do. I mean it was just me, one girl, against a group of boys. I had no weapons aside from my fists - and I have been told that I am very good with them - and the gas station was half empty aside from me, her, and those boys.

But one thing was for sure, I was gonna get her out of there. So I took a deep breath and walked as fast as I could towards Katerina Parker.

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2 Hours Later

I hummed along to the One Direction song stuck in my head. Going out tonight, changes into something red. Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress. Reminds her of the missing piece of innocent she lost.

Don't judge me, I may look all tough and badass on the outside, but one look at Harry's smile, and I'm a goner. But really it's the curly hair and British accent that does it for me.

I looked beside me to see Miss Goody-Goody walk slowly and quietly, obviously lost in her own world. So I decided to try and fill that empty void of quietness by humming. We've been walking for a while now trying to find either a payphone or somebody with some source of technology. But, unfortunately for us the roads were either empty or nobody would stop for a pair of teenagers who look like they just came from Carrie's prom. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. Okay a lot.

But my clothes were dirty, my knuckles dried with blood and my hair a mess. Miss Star was spotting a fresh new bruise, skinned knees (which only stopped bleeding) and a muddy dress. Her expression still hasn't changed from when we ran away from those boys. I suppose I should tell you what had happened for us to end up like this.

It started off with me whistling at the boys to get their attention. And when I made sure each and every one of them was looking at me, I walked up to the leader and exchanged some pleasantries. And by pleasantries I mean I told him to f*ck off with a capital F and leave her alone or I was gonna shove that hand of his up so far into his ass that not even Bugs Bunny would be able to dig it out.

As expected, they all laughed at me. Which didn't sit very well with me. Why can't guys ever take my threats seriously?

I smiled and repeated myself. But this time with each word I poked his chest until he was backed up against his friend and I was standing in front of her. His face quickly morphed into one of anger and he sneered at me telling me to get lost before something happens.