Mama's Boy (L.H.)

1. Help Wanted

The term "Bad Girl" had been branded on my name since Freshman year. I didn't quite understand why at the time, but I guessed if not giving a shit and undermining authority qualified as that, then hey, I was a Bad Girl!

Most girls would have been thrilled. All girls liked to think they're something they're not just so they can feel special. They'll pretend that their life is much more complicated to make themselves look more attractive to guys. Because guys can't resist being the hero in a girl's life. But I couldn't give two shits.

What did I give a shit about you ask? Getting out of this crap town and my grades. How do the two relate? Well it's simple. The only way to leave this hell hole was making something of yourself. There were two way of doing that:

1) Have some sort of talent that makes you seem valuable to the world

2) Get into a fantastic college.

Seeing as unfortunately God did not bestow any gifts upon me, my option was the latter. So I made sure that my grades were nothing short from perfect and it paid off. I was sitting on a 4.0 gpa and a full ride to Harvard. All I had to do was last a few more months in this dump and I would be free.

"You still in for Hood's party this weekend?" My best friend Michael asked.

I scoffed and took a hit of my cigarette. "And be surrounded by a group of wasted teenagers? No thanks."

Michael had been my best friend since week one of freshman year. We both had a thing for pissing off people who seemed to annoy us and became permanent residents in detention. So naturally we became friends. We were both currently standing outside, leaning against my Harley waiting for school to start.

"Please Piper!" He pleaded. "You owe me for skipping out last weekend."

A laugh escaped my lips. I took one last hit of my cigarette and stomped it out with my boot. I grabbed my helmet and slung my bag on my shoulder.

"Don't beg Michael." I pinched his cheek. "It doesn't suit you."

I walked away from Michael and into Hell. The second I walked in every eye was on me. One of the many "perks" of being the bad girl. I ignored everyone's stares and headed for my locker. However, half way down the hall one of the girl's caught my attention.

"Slut." She coughed loudly.

I stopped walking and faced her. "What was that?"

The girl looked scared. She wasn't expecting me to respond to her. "Y-You heard me, Slut."

"A slut?" I pretended to ponder over the word. "Oh! You mean that I'm a whore because I sleep with a lot of people."

I moved closer to the girl and she backed into the locker. "Let's get one thing straight, who I sleep with is none of your business. What you should worry about is who your boyfriend here was sneaking off with at Carter's party two weeks ago."

I gestured to the boy next to her who I recognized from the party. Normally I wouldn't have to bothered with remembering people, but the asshole spilled his drink on me as he was walking away with some blonde. That blonde was definitely not this girl.

Immediately the girl turned on her boyfriend accusing him of cheating. I just laughed at the stupidity as I walked away. I finally got to my locker and shoved my helmet inside. I was about to grab my books when someone come up behind me and wrapped there arms around me.

"Hello gorgeous." A voice purred in my ear.

I recognized the voice within seconds. "You have 5 seconds to remove your arms Carter before I remove them off your body."