The Bad Boy Changed Me | ✔

Chapter 2

Traitor. Bitch. Liar. So many words to describe the girl I used to consider my sister. 

I am unable to grasp the reality of the situation. 

I drag myself up the stairs of my lovely home after getting a quick snack and open the door to my room. I drop my backpack on the floor and plop onto my bed. Grabbing my laptop out of my bag, I attempt to formulate ideas for my Common App Essay. 

I stare at the blank screen for what seems like forever and finally decide to give up on it today. I successfully get a head start on English  and direct all my focus to the passage in front of me.

My phone buzzes and rings several times and I resist the urge to chuck it out the window. I rub my temples to attempt to relieve my stress, but obviously, it doesn't do anything. I groan in frustration and move the computer off my lap. I get off my bed and walk downstairs, towards the kitchen. I grab a pop tart before walking back up the stairs and sitting on my bed again. I sit criss-cross on the edge of my bed and close out of the Word Document that holds my essay. I have to get teacher recommendations too. Fuck!

I hate being a Senior.  

I log on to Wattpad and read the Epilogues of some of my previously read stories. I smile as I read about the happy endings and I look over at the clock. 

Shit! It's 7. I was on Wattpad for 3 hours.

I hear the garage door open and close before the smell of Chinese food fills the whole house. I go downstairs to see my mom setting a plastic bag on the counter.

"I brought Chinese takeout!" My mom exclaims.

"Sweet!" I devour my food within a quarter of an hour and hurry back to my room.

"Are you going to Lacey's tonight?" She asks. 

"Uh.. no." I give her a small and hop up the stairs, back to my room. 

Of course I'm not going to tell my mom that my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend! She would want to murder Nick and Lacey.

I need a stress reliever.

I remember, last year someone gave me a location and told me to go there if I ever felt stressed out. I pull up the address from my phone and smirk.

I decide to change my outfit. If i am going to sneak out, i need to look badass while doing it. I wear a black tank top with a leather jacket and black pants that have zippers on the side. I add combat boots to add to the badass look. I straighten my hair and do a winged eyeliner. I put on a bracelet and look in the mirror. Good.

I grab my wallet and keys and grab the ladder from my closet. My sister kept a foldable ladder in case something happened and she needed to sneak out. Let's just say she liked partying. I climb down the ladder and to my car on the driveway. Technically it is my dad's, but he is constantly in India trying to manage his business because his main office is in India. I use the car because he is never here to drive it. I get in the car and drive downtown. It is only 30 min away from my house. I know exactly what will take my mind off them. Gambling. More specifically, Poker.

When I was a freshman, my sister told me about this place that is popular for it's poker. She took me one day, but this is the first time I'm going without her and actually gambling in a professional space. Well, as professional as it'll get.

I walk into the building and follow the route my sis told me. I walk into the room and and the stench hits me like a ton of bricks. It smells like cigarettes and beer. There is an oval table with a single lit shining on the table; five other guys sit at the table. Talk about cliché. Surprisingly, they're all young. Some in high school and some in college. I was the only girl. No surprise there. They let me join the next round and gave me a set of chips. I'm surprised they didn't ask any questions.

I play an aggressive game to beat the boys. I wait for the dumb move and immediately take action. These intermediates think they are such pros and go too damn fast. They make a stupid move and boom, I win the round.

It gets late and I get up to leave with money in my wallet. I hand grabs my arm and I try to shake him off.

"Get off." I snarl through my teeth.

"Why leave so soon? Scared?" He asks, smirking again. He was the first to talk to me. College guy. Idiot.

"Who got the most money today? Oh that's right. Me. So back off." He looked surprised when i said that but went right back to smirking. I yank my hand from his grip and start walking towards the exit.

"Your daddy waiting for you at home?" Another guy asks, fake pouting. Another college dude. That crosses the line.

I turn towards him and give him a sarcastic smile as i slowly walk over to him, making sure he feels intimidated. His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. I pin him up against the wall before he can process the situation and i growl. "You don't know shit about me so keep your comments to yourself." He smirks back and I walk towards the door.

"I'm assuming you're coming back?" Another guy asked. This time a high school guy asks. He looks familiar. His blonde hair falls on his face and his eyes stare me down, testing me to see if i'll break.

"Count on it." I reply confidently and smirk. And with that, I strut out the door and head towards the back of the building, where I parked my car.

I drive back home and am relieved to see the ladder still there. I sneak back up the ladder and climb in through my bedroom window. My mom is downstairs, working, so I don't get caught. Gambling actually did clear my mind for a while. I feel different. If felt kind of good.

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