The Angel on Her Shoulder

Chapter One

◇Never separate the life you live from the words you speak ◇

I shut my bedroom door and pull the shoebox the resides on the top shelf in my closet down. Removing the first layer of random fabrics, I grin as I grab the heart shaped mini box that is full of different navel piercings. 

I decide to switch out the one I currently have in, a pink dangly butterfly for the normal bar with a fake diamond end piece. I walk to the body length mirror hanging on my bedroom door and slip off my oversized sweatshirt, quickly replacing the piercing and walking over to my closet to grab my white tshirt that says 'wasn't me this time' and a pair of short-shorts. 

I place my box back on its shelf, not before grabbing my big hoops and clipping them into place. When I texted my best friend half an hour ago, Lillian (Lily) Legend, she suggested I leave my hair down. So naturally, I put my natural platinum blonde hair into two French braids.

Unlike I usually do, I decided to go with only a little make up, making the presentation of a almost natural look. 

There's a knock on my door and I wink at myself in the mirror before opening the door. My older brother, Blake is standing in front of my door on his phone, texting someone, most likely his asshole friends.

"Be ready in ten, I'm taking you to school." He says boredly before walking away. I roll my eyes before grabbing my backpack from my dresser and shutting the bedroom door behind me. 

"Morning, Bekah." Janet says as she pours two cups of coffee, offering me one. I smile and she gives me a pointed look. "I know darn well you wouldn't be wearing those shorts if your dad was home." She states matter of factly. 

I grin. "Well dad's out of town, and besides. You're the cool step mom, remember?" I joke and she laughs. Janet and my dad have been married for the past seven years now. I really love Janet, but it's never felt right to call her mom. 

Sure, my birth mother is crack whore and has a total things for toxic assholes but she's still my mother. Well, the mother i haven't seen since I was five. But still.  

Blake clears his throat from behind me. "Let's go."

I glare. "I haven't even-" 

"Don't care. I'm running late, let's go." Sometimes, I really hate my brother.

When Blake drops me off, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, covering my eyes with their free hand. I tense but giggle when Jake, a friend of mine with MANY benefits, whispers in my ear. 

"Your legs look sexy as hell, Becky." I feel something hard poke my back and bite my lip, trying to control my smile. 

I twist in his grasp, making it where we are now facing eachother and lean into his ear. "Want to skip first hour?" I ask as i press my breasts agaisnt his chest.

He grins and nibbles my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You know it." He leads my by the arm to his truck.