~Elizabeth~
I woke up to an annoying sound of an alarm clock, waking me up from my beautiful dream. I slammed my curled-up hand onto the clock as it made a loud clank because it fell off my dresser. Can't a girl get some rest from a big party? Apparently not. I was having a major headache from a college party. Even though I'm still a senior, they let me in on their gang of all-out-going people because I was best friends with one of them. His name was Quinton. We were best friends since sixth grade. Well, I was in sixth and Q was in seventh.
We got along great and he started to talk to my two other friends, and we vowed to stay in our group of little Bad Kids. What? It was middle school, we really didn't have such high name-quality. Mostly because we were too lazy to change the name.
"Elizabeth! Get up or you'll be late for school!" Mom shouted from downstairs. Did I mention that I live with a wealthy family? Well my Mom is always trying to change my 'bad image', because she always thinks it's improper to behave in such a way. But I digress. I always tell her that it's my decision and she can't tell me otherwise, but she never listens.
I removed the bed sheets from my body and got up, stretching while walking to my walk-in closet.
After searching and searching for the perfect thing to wear, I finally found what I was looking for. It was a white, thick-strapped shirt that had the words 'You can't sit with us', a quote from Mean Girls. Oh how I loved that quote. I found a matching pair of black jeans with slight rips from my mid thigh to my knee. I slipped on some black and white Converse and put on a black jacket. I then applied a medium shade of red lipstick that somehow made my lips look full, with a touch of mascara.
I was just about to leave with my backpack when I forgot my rimmed glasses. I walked down the stairs before checking my body mirror to make sure nothing was out of place. When I went into the kitchen, Mom was furiously trying to make scrambled eggs, as I was trying to sneak past her without laughing. I didn't want her to put me in a bad mood by telling me that I should change clothes and wear pretty little dresses with flowers and high heels. I don't think so. Before I left, I quickly and quietly took my Mom's car keys to her BMW and dashed out of the door. "Elizabeth!" Mom shouted at me, but it was too late 'cause I was already starting up the car.
It feels good to be bad. It makes me feel like I can do whatever I want.
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I drove in the parking lot of Ruby Den High looking for any parking space. Just as I found one, I drove straight for it, but it was suddenly taken by some guy riding a motorcycle. Why this little a-
"Sorry sweets," the guy said, turning at me. "You were too slow." He smirked then winked at me, making me glare at none other than Cole Vincent. This little shit thinks he can just do that! I put the car in reverse and looked at him again, his smirk staying in place. I flipped him off and I grinned when his smirk finally faltered. Then I drove off and finally found a parking space, and I took that space.
I turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, grabbing my backpack. I was about to go in the building when I was stopped by my other best friend's voice, Dakota. "Eli! You're here!" she squealed, making most of the student's attention turn to us. I turned and saw Dakota run towards me with her arms open ready to pounce and hug me to death. And as she did, I was trying my dearest to catch my breath. "Dakota! You're going to kill me!" I choked out. Once she realized this, she stopped and looked at me, her face filled with somewhat regret and it looked like she was about to laugh.
"Oops," she said simply. I rolled my eyes but still smiled anyway. "I just saw you flip off that hottie, Cole Vincent!" she squealed, making me cringe at the deafening sound. "What's that all about?" she continued.
As I was about to tell her what happened, Cole Vincent was now standing behind Dakota and he decided to interrupt. "Well, as I was trying to get to my spot, she parked there and she so happened of getting the thought to flip me off." He smiled down at both Dakota and I. I glared at him, my anger taking control. When I'm mad, I start ranting things in Spanish.
"¡Eso no sucedió pedazo de mierda mentiorso!" I practically screamed. He looked amused, like he was enjoying this little cherade of Spanish talk. "¡Tomaste mi espacio de estacionamiento usted asno sombrero, no all revés!" I huffed at a piece of hair that fell on my eyes. He was grinning. "Well, aren't you one fiesty girl?" he smirked. I opened my mouth to say that he didn't even understand what I said, but Dakota quickly covered my mouth.
"Okay, Mexican-girl," she said, pulling me towards the building as she said this. "Just calm down and let's go to class, okay?" I nodded slowly, never taking my eyes off him. But when I did, it was to turn towards the door and walked in. I swear I'm going to make him shove those words up his scrawny ass and then shit it out again, 'cause he has no idea who he's messing with! "I'd love to see that happen, actually," someone said, making me jump. I turned around and it was Cole. What else is new? "Did I just say that out loud?" I whispered. I shook my head, cursing at my own brain for being stupid at times. "Why are you following me?" I blurted out. I hope he'll realize that I'm not like his little 'buddies', because I'm not like them.
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Hey people? I'm not quite used to writing on this app, usually on my computer, but I hope you understand that this is my...second time, actually, that I've written on this app. I'm not used to it, kind of. (Some, I got that handled).
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